Dear God, what to place to the holes that are bleeding in me?

I have those occasional conversations with God happening inside of me. I really love the one here.

Dear God, what to place to the holes that are bleeding in me?

Dear One, only me!

How?

You see, the holes are there, so I could get in!

Why arent You here then already?

Dear one, cause You havent invited me in yet.

I’ve been waitning for eternity and will continue, until You ask me to come.

How do I ask? Where do it turn to?

Inside, darling, I have been waiting inside of You.

Why dont I feel You?

Cause You have to drop You, the one who has holes and who has pain!

How do I do that?

You embrace the pain. When I come, I come from inside, so I push the pain to surface and will burn through whatever you consider you.

So I just simply welcome the pain? And sorrow? And hatred? And rage that come along the pain?

Yes, dear.

And let go of the one who has the story of why they are there and whos fault is this. I’ll put it simply: no need to know, they are just my gateways, I put them there, to get in when time is ripe and You’re ready to end the game.

So I’ll just pray and trust You come my way?

Yes, that’s the way.