I love you deeply. I know deep in my soul of souls that you are the maker and creator of alllll things (circular hand motion). I’m finding it super hard to pray to you lately, but you know that already. I’ve been silent for a while, but you know that already. I’m not mad, but you know that already.
I know you are right here. I know you are present in the mess. I know you are present in the good times. I know you’ve called. I know I’ve listened. I know.
But I don’t know.
There you have it, my "confession." I’ve said it out loud. I’ve “broken the spell” as my sister would say…