I still write on my diary before I sleep at night.
I write names of people I love, my experiences with them – and the good things I would like them to have.
I write about my frustrations – words I could never tell people who have hurt me because I love them so much and would rather forgive them.
I write about my dreams – places I’d like to go, people I’d love to meet. All the fantasies and possibilities.
I write and write, and then I whisper a prayer. Some prayers were the same as what I asked for when I was a child. I know it has been answered yet I haven’t ceased until they come to pass.
I still write my prayers down, just as I write my thoughts in a diary so I can always look back.
I believe God writes about me in a diary; and one day He will show me that.