Proof The Bible Is True

“Dear Heavenly Father,” I scrawled, crouching in the dim hallway light at the top of the stairs. My diary looked blurry through my tears. I’d been waiting for a boy to call. I’d hoped he would ask me to the prom, but the phone never rang.

At 2:00 a.m. I was wide awake and depressed. So I crawled out of the bedroom I shared with my sister and began a letter to God.

Fights with siblings, worries about school, issues with friends—I told God all of it. “Will a boy ever want to ask me out?” I wrote. “Will I always feel so unloved?”

Read More Love Letters to God – Guideposts.