Letter to My God, My salvation

Psalm 23
23:1
The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. 2He makes me lie down in green pastures. He leads me beside still waters. 3 He restores my soul. He leads me in paths of righteousness for His name's sake.
4 Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me.
5 You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies;
you anoint my head with oil;
my cup overfows/
6 Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life
and I shall dwell in the house of the Lord forever.


Psalm 27
7 Hear, O Lord, when I cry aloud;
be gracious to me and answer me!
8 You have said, "Seek my face."
My heart says to you,
"Your face, Lord, do I seek."
9 Hide not your face from me.
Turn not your servant away in anger,
O you who have been my help.
Cast me not off; forsake me not,
O God of my salvation!
10 FOr my father and my mother have forsaken me,
but the Lord will take me in.
11 Teach me your way, O Lord,
and lead me on a level path
because of my enemies.
12 Give me not up to the will of my adversaries;
for false witnesses have risen against me,
and they breathe out violence.
13 I believe that I shall look upon the goodness of the Lord
in the land of the living!
14 Wait for the Lord;
be strong, and let your heart take courage;
WAIT FOR THE LORD

Memo to God:
I am in awe with the sincerity and strength of the chosen people you had write your word and I constantly feed off of and learn from these little parables of life and love which find ways to humble me everyday. I am forever grateful for your support through this ever living truth and word. I do not doubt you often haha, O Lord, but to what extent should we take this seriously? Is this supposed to be an invisible, unspoken, politically incorrect joke or are we not suppose to have vast minds and relate anything, whatsoever to humor in life's awkward moments or consider any induendos? Thought I'd ask how literal are we suppose to be anyway? Is this figuratively, metaphorically, or literally? My emphasis has been metaphoric and perhaps a smigen of literal but you gave us laughter, humanity and intelligence. Are we not suppose to establish a sense of natural occurance and coping methods? Of course psalms are written praises to you from other hearts and not your actual word. They are examples and prayers we often say to you ourselves over and over to triumph a difficult time or thank you for giving us anything we have. Should I live so worried about my sin or worried that I haven't lived? Considerably speaking, my idea of living is to have no regrets, to give without wanting back, to love unconditionally, to find pleasure and joy and satisfaction with what we do in our daily lives because tomorrow isn't necessarily guaranteed. I'm not perfect God.
Why would you bother with me? I'll never be a lot of things but one thing I know I am is strong in you. I cuss and swear, have sex, not often lately but often enough where it's a sin, crank butts like it's New Year's Eve and they won't make anymore ever again. I spill coffee on my favorite clothes and it's all your fault for inventing colored coffee in the first place and I sit and dwell on who's gonna be Paris Hilton's new best friend. As like many of us out there, I am very secular. My ideas of sin are blurred. I think intention and respect, honesty and good natured, humane, unwavering and positive people who know the true definition of love and faith are the ones that stick out to you? Do they? Or is it the old lady who does nothing wrong (which is impossible since she's only Jesus' cousin) who makes you proud just because she shows up to church on sundays? I'm confused. I'm berate. I'm mad and I'm tired of being imperfect.
I'm your beautiful letdown. I'm your art slumbering in the stone. I'm the soul you breeched into this world and the love you have long forgotten to prove since 2000 years ago.
I still believe even when I can't see you and it took 500 people seeing Jesus rise from the dead for them to give you a second thought and I can't imagine not knowing you exist.
I thank you for everything I have as often as I can.
I cherish love.
I cherish loved ones and myself.
I cherish time and the value of life.
I shall not want. I have to remind myself to stop questioning the universe. Why have you allowed curious to be a human function? If you gave us these abilities, these instances, these ideals, these limits and standards, do we not have freedom with them? Do we not have the right to ask questions?Thought I'd take up discrepencies. I'm sure when you read this you'll be aggravated because you've tried to answer me so many times but I need a reminder of why....


If you could write back that would be great!

Thanks

Heidi Annie Straus - Made on 3-5-87
I live in the us in NH in case you couldn't tell if it were the girl in Germany
or swits or what.