Love Letter to God

My Dearest God,

Hey there, Big Guy! It’s me again, your favorite work-in-progress daughter. I just wanted to say hello and also, a massive, universe-sized thank you. I hope this letter finds you in the best of divine spirits, surrounded by fluffy clouds and maybe a few angels practicing their harp skills.

Firstly, I just want to say, “Phew! Dodged a bullet there, didn’t I?” I mean, let’s be real, without you, I’d probably be somewhere at the edge of the world, trying to figure out how to set up camp. Thank you for keeping me snug in your hands and preventing any accidental falling-off-the-edge incidents. Your celestial hand-holding game is strong. It’s like You’ve got me in the ultimate divine bear hug, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Now, about this whole-body maintenance situation—you’ve got to admit, it’s been a wild ride. I never thought I’d be the one injuring myself from just waking up. Who knew muscles could spasm from sitting too much? Seriously, who signs up for that? I guess I’ve mastered the art of finding creative ways to land in the ER. But hey, thanks for being my go-to when my body decides to rebel. A new body wouldn’t hurt, though, just saying. No complaints, just a friendly suggestion, Lord. But hey, you’ve always come through for me, turning those “ouch” moments into moments of awe at your infinite care.

And speaking of calls, I can’t help but wonder what’s going through Your mind every time I ring You up for some ridiculous reason. I picture you up there shaking your head with a smile, thinking, “Ah, this one again.” You’ve got to have the patience of a saint, pun intended.

You, my Almighty One, are my safe space, my go-to when life gets a bit too wild. I imagine if you ever let go, I’d be lost in the cosmic abyss faster than you can say “holy gravity.” You’re not just my anchor; you’re the GPS guiding me through the twists and turns of life. You’re like the ultimate hideaway and secret keeper, the exclusive VIP section in the grand theater of existence. It’s like having a divine fort – no secrets leaked, no hiding spots compromised, a level beyond the reach of even the CIA. Whenever I need respite, I just think of you, and suddenly everything feels a bit more bearable. You’re my anchor, keeping me steady in this crazy sea of existence. And let’s not forget, you’re my saving grace – the superhero cape I never knew I needed.

You, God, are the constant force in my life, the eternal rockstar playing the soundtrack to my existence. You’re my shelter, my oxygen, my personal backstage pass to the greatest show in the universe.

This year has been a rollercoaster, hasn’t it? But here’s the thing – I have no clue what kind of cosmic drama you’ve shielded me from. So, thanks for being my personal bodyguard, peacekeeper, therapist, and, I’m pretty sure, the best doctor in the universe. You’re basically the ultimate multitasker. You’re the real MVP, and I’m grateful for the divine intervention.

Lord, you’re my constant. In a world where everything seems to be in constant flux, you remain the unwavering force that holds me together. You’re my shelter, my oxygen – without you, I’d probably be gasping for spiritual breath. And can I just say, Lord, you’re a fantastic listener. When I find myself complaining about life’s missing pieces, you gently remind me that with you by my side, nothing is lacking. I’m home with you. It’s like hanging out with my BFF who happens to have the entire cosmos at their fingertips (though, every now and then, I wouldn’t mind if your cosmic wealth could manifest in my bank account too). After all, what’s yours is mine, isn’t it?

I want to bring you my thanks – my heartfelt, sincere gratitude. I know I can’t really offer you anything fancy, but hey, I promise to keep choosing you every day. I’m looking forward to that heavenly worship session, but no pressure – take your time, I’m in no rush! Lol

Use me, O Lord, here on Earth. Let me be a vessel to spread your love and blessings to those around me. Keep my heart safe with you, because let’s face it, it’s a bit of a mess sometimes. Thanks for my crazy family and friends – they’re the real MVPs too, they’re like your divine comic relief.

So, here’s to you, God – the one-of-a-kind, the irreplaceable, the ultimate BFF. Keep holding me in your hands, sheltering me under your wings. Hand in hand, we’ll triumph over 2024. Broken or not, I’m yours, always and forever.

Sending heavenly hugs and a few laughs your way!

With love and eternal gratitude accompanied by a dusting of starlight,

Cece Moise