“I called out to God, softly. ‘Hello? I’m sorry God. I’m sorry I got so confused about You, got so fake. If you want to talk, I’m here now.’
As I lay there, talking to God, being real with Him, I began to feel a bit of serenity. It felt like I was apologizing to an old friend, and the friend as saying it was okay, that he didn’t think anything of it.
I felt a lot of peace.”*
*adapted from Donald Miller, Blue Like Jazz, p.99-100).