Letters to God

Im trying not to doubt you,

but rather trust that you know me,

and my heart,

and what's best for me.

You did create me after all.

Im trying to learn from past mistakes,

and to not make them again,

and again.

And again.

Im still making mistakes,

and it makes me angry with myself.

I wish I had your eyes,

so I could see what you see,

maybe then I wouldnt doubt so much,

and I'd do so much better.

But I think, on second thoughts,

your eyes wouldnt fit me,

theyd be way too big,

and I wouldnt use them like you do.

Lovingly.

Time is turning out to be a funny thing,

sometimes slow and impatient,

sometimes so fast I wonder where its all gone.

And space,

an ever strange notion.

The biggest struggle of all though is a simple question:

Is this the life You have created for me,

or is the life I have created for myself?