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God! Are you listening?

God! What are you trying to teach me through this trial? When will my suffering end? I pour out my heart to you.  I know and love you. I desperately want to use my gifts from you to bring you glory. 

I read your word when I am troubled. I then know I'm not alone. I need someone on earth to carry me sometimes.

Please forgive me for trying to decide without you. Please rid me of the demons in my head. I see my home in heaven. I pray for this to end. Either by taking me home or helping me resolve difficulties I'm having on earth. I ask these things in Jesus name. Amen

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