A Glimpse Into Squalor.

Dear God,

You know my thoughts.

Innocuous as it seems, I know now that I don't just want to do the Right Thing but to strive for what is GOOD.

Recently, much has culminated and were I to count them, such incredulous coincidences stack up against conventional logic and rationale.

These tides sweep into my life as if on cue, over and over again.

Of which, God? Of which?

If This bears fruit then why does That appear on a golden platter despite and regardless?

If That were to be ordained, then, pray, what is the meaning of This?

Wisdom & Discernment.

Dithering offers neither.

Dear God, You know my thoughts.

Now help Me to decide my actions.

Amen.