Try Asking. He Listens.

I'm not a preacher but i do have one of those things they call a testimony. ---
Like the beloved Judy Blume classic i've fallen into the habit of starting out most of my prayers nearly mimicking a fictional little girl named Margaret. The simple single line goes something like this: Are you there God? it's me, Nolle. the only thing thats different is my Name. because this time its me. this time I need to know if he's listening.  

Unsure of when the habit actually began, its something that can't be broken. i've tried, but part of me never wants it to break, because in those words i find solace. Those are the words that i sobbed, when i felt utterly and completely alone. after saying those words repeatedly i realized, he listens.  he always will. I've known for a time that God is there and that he loves me. It is something, that by continually asking I've been given an answer for. I've felt him and i continue to feel him in my life. Still something inside me longs for the daily reminder so thats why i say those lines repeatedly day after day. i assure you when you pray He will hear you. we all need and crave that reassurance. And when in doubt don't be afraid to ask Are you there God? its me. He listens and he loves you. worked for me. doesn't hurt to try. i dare you. triple dog dare you.
- yours truly nolle.