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Dear God,  
As I pen this brutally honest letter, it aches in my soul how mankind has been lied to, to the point where truth has all but been lost.  
Ive always been scared, scared I would get it wrong, the whole faith and truth thing.  
What if tradition has lied? What if we have just believed what we have passed down for so long and because we are scared to offend you, we just keep in it. I want you to know, from the depths of my heart, I will believe whatever you require me to believe in. My faith is in you, God of Abraham. You are the head, the God of love. If you say your son is the door...then I will search for it.  
If you say, the ant is you, then I will become as dust to be smaller so I can drop to my knees in worship.  
You are my father, my hero, my pavillion from the storm. When the wind blew me to shreds, you taught me to use each strand differently to love with perspective the colors of walking life and their good or bad experience that made them them.  
They wanted my love and belief in you dead, not realizing they were only confirming your existence and rooted foundation in my heart.  
Realizing, if they could be so evil in their dark magic, that only means you could be much stronger in your protection from the likes of them. I still choose you, I pray for mercy to allow me to still do so.  
So this Christmas, I believe in your Word still.  
I pray that babies find comfort in their mother's wombs, church doors open and shelter those unhoused souls broken and cold on the streets like they should. I pray Leaders remember their humanity and that without you they can have no integrity worthwhile that can properly run a country.  
I pray God, that any door that Satan tries to open to further destroy a sick and tired nations is unaccessible to him.  
Also, please have mercy on the person who tries to use this power to their advantage, let their magic fail.  
Above all is You.  
Puppeteers are looking down on us, thinking we are looking up to them, but we see further than their joker smiles, they will only pull the strings until you say enough, and in you is our faith and refuge from this life of lies that rich men have created.  
Thank you Lord for everything, through it all...you still bless unworthy people....such as myself.  
Please strengthen my heart, let love conquer all, in warmth, forgiveness, but most importantly mercy.  
We are all brothers and sisters in you, let us have mercy on each other this Christmas.  
Love,  
Anna ❤️