Mr. God

It's been more than a year now, since I had a heartfelt conversation with God. We've not been in touch for so long, I often wondered if he even realised I was alive. I'm sure it must be easy for him to loose track of old friends when he's meeting new people everyday. It's strange how we think of some people often, but rarely make the effort to connect. So, after a little shift in perspective, I decided it was important for me to re-establish my relationship with God. We spoke this morning after much effort. He said, "I've loved you since before you knew me, dear friend, but how was I to know you needed me? You never reached out to me."
When we pray to God, what do you think it sounds like? Noise. It's a million different voices all speaking at the same time. I guess that's the why they have places of worship, to channel all that noise clearly. I never once went to pray, I spoke to him like I usually did, but without my face in regular attendance he missed me in all that noise. I like to think that his intervention would've changed my life and somehow I'd like to put a label on my happiness and call it FAITH. I am not a labeller but I do believe I am not alone.