Dear God, Thank you so much for all the unbelievable blessings you have given me. I have two beautiful, healthy children and an awesome husband who I love more every day. Please let my husband see how many unwanted children there are in this world and let one who needs a family come into our lives. I get sick when I see how children are neglected or abused. I feel like caring for one of your children is my calling, yet I keep hearing these horror stories of emotionally-disturbed children that had been adopted and the adoptive parents cannot take care of them. So that does scare me somewhat; but please help me not to think of what “could” happen. You blessed us with such love in our family and the means to support our kids, I know any child that needed a family would thrive with us. Please give me direction. Should I seek out a needy child or will one naturally come to us? Marcy, Raleigh/NC/USA
Dear God, Suddenly I begin to feel her near me, but it hurts to see thats she’s really so far away, more each day. I need to say somethings to her, I need to kiss her again, I need her in my arms once more, I need to see her face when I’m lying next to her I’m afraid of never seeing her again. I want to hear Nick Cave’s “Into my Arms” without crying. Please lead her way with your guiding light right into the happines path, and help me to forget her…or bring her back, I promise to do my best and to learn from my mistakes, mistakes that made me lose her. I know she hasn’t forget me yet so send an angel to whisper in her ear each night that I love her and that I want her to be happy…even if it’s not with me. Sorry about my english but you are god so I know that you will understand my prayer. Amen Roberto, Mexico 
Dear Allah, Thank you for inspiring the people behind dear-god with dear-god.. I was feeling down and decided to post a miserable prayer but then I took a peek at the first few posts on dear-god and I changed my mind. I thought I was miserable! There are a hell of a lot more miseries in this world, which makes my misery sound like a whining, ungrateful complaint. Dear Allah, I will not lose hope, and will keep on trying my best however down and suicidal I might be.. My intentions are good, and I never meant anything bad to others, so please Allah, I hope in the end the results will be good too. Please Allah, lead me to the best path.. Nameiva, Singapore 
Dear God,
I’ve been in love with a guy for two years. He’s not with me now but we were together for 6 months and things were very weird because I always felt that there was someone else watching us. As the result of that feeling I kept a wall between us (even though I die to tell him I love him everyday!!!). We eventually broke up but it hasn’t ended for me. I know it’s been two years…but every time I get the chance to see him I fall in love with him all over again. But to make things worst, I have a new boyfriend. I feel so sad about what I’m doing to him. I know I’m not the first one in this situation.What should I do God? Really…I get physically and mentally tired just to think of it. I’ve cried millions of tears. I try to tell myself everyday…”You don’t love him anymore…move on”. Should I just give up and let it die?
Ana, Somewhere
Dear God, dear devine universe, dear my unborn daughter, I know that you are all one. You have been with me for the past eight weeks, yet I know that we’ve been together through eternity. But we will have to say goodbyes to each other tomorrow morning, at least for time being in this physical world. I know you understand the situation & I felt your forgiveness. For a little while, I experienced the rest of my life with you. Watching you grow .. turning into a beautiful woman. But my current situation is very difficult. I wish that things were different & I could have in my life. But for now, it’s on hold I guess. I hope we come across in each other’s way again one day. And have you join the rest of our family, including your father and your two brothers. I feel your love, beauty & light. And I am so sorry that I have to do this to us tomorrow. I will always be with you no matter what. Love Mom, California/USA
Dear God,
I am so tired. Tired of failing. Tired of trying. Tired of wanting to be different than I am. Why am I an addict? Why do I consistently seek to numb myself, to eradicate any pain, real or imagined? Why do I seem to demand a life that is free of pain? Help me to embrace life as it is, even when it hurts. Even when it’s scary as hell. Even when there’s a damn good chance that I will fail . . . again. People tell me that you love me just as I am. If that’s so, then why is it so damn hard for me to trust You? Why do I insist on living as if You don’t exist or at least matter? Help me God. I need rest. I need peace. I don’t know how much longer I can do this. Derzu Sylizias, Seattle,USA
Dear God, When are you going to let all those who believe in you know that you don’t exist? I find it alarming, scary in fact, that so many blindly devote themselves, act on the behalf of, and talk to something that quite clearly doesn’t exist. You’ve kept a firm grip on society through promoting shame, guilt and fear - not of your wrath - but of humanity and life itself. I get that many of us need ’something’ to believe in, I get that. But it’s still very sad to know that a fairy tale has become the biggest prank in history. I’m sorry people, but no matter who or what you act on behalf of, what YOU do in this life still matters. Who you hurt, who you shame, who you love and who you help determines who you are - what you believe is irrelevant - pain, suffering, joy and love are real. The reason god knows everything you do, is because god IS you! It’s a joke. Don’t you get it?
Dane, Brisbane/Australia
Dear Universe, It is with a heavy, exhausted heart that I say, “thanks”. Deep in my heart I know that I am feeling exactly what I need to, in order to move into my next moment. Sometimes I try to force myself into the next moment quicker than time (your heartbeat) wants me to. You want me to enjoy and learn from each beat. I try, each day, I try. I am also trying to not turn the hands of time backwards. I know, each moment is precious, and I thank you for that. That, and all of the people, experiences, good things and bad things that are part of each moment, I am thankful. From these people and things I learn - I try to take the good forward and leave the bad behind. Thank you Universe for all of these things, including my very tough day today. I love you and me. Steven, Dallas/USA
Dear God,
I have a recurring dream, where I’m lying on my back on the grass, looking at a starry night sky. it is very peaceful, and then I hear a voice. then for a moment, I understand the meaning of life and why I am here. Then i wake up. Once I wake up, I forget the meaning of life. This is such an accurate reflection of my life. I am living in an illusion, and just as I see the meaning, it disappears. I cant take this anymore. The meaning of life is a life of meaning, but what is the meaning? Please help me.
Johnnie, Sydney/Australia
Dear God, I have a clear lack of faith in regards to this whole Christianity thing.. As if you haven’t noticed from your lofty regions above with the power to see and know everything, life here sucks! It seems to me if you have this omniscient power why is it necessary for me to ask from you anything? Shouldn’t you know? As you are I’m sure well aware, I come from people who have extreme faith in the teachings of Christianity. I was marinated, as I’m sure you know in a rich medley of the gospel. I was taught what the Christian idea of right and wrong was and given examples of what it meant to be a “woman of God” At the age of five I was led to you by my Sunday School teacher Mrs. Blackney. Lovely lady, I’m sure she is still in your services somewhere in your celestial realms of Heaven. I remember thinking to myself at that tender age of five while my parents stood over my shoulder with the “light of God” shining from them that this was something I had a pretty difficult time buying. The whole Jesus born from a virgin…half human half God…him dying and then returning to his body three day’s later. Even at such a young age I looked into my parents’ faces and then into Mrs. Blackneys’ and thought I can’t believe these people actually BELIEVE this… Strangely God, even at the age of five and lacking the reason that my parents were supposed to have, I seemed to have a certain amount of rational, reasonable doubt in relation to this whole little fairy tale they were expecting me to buy into. Tell me freakin Alice has fallen down a hole and is running into speaking rabbits…tell me that there is a place called “Never Land” with pirates and fairies and boy’s who never grow up and fly around, they are fun and imaginative and catch the fancy of any child under the age of 12. My parents made certain that I was not under any delusion that these stories were an actuality. They were only “make believe”, “fairy tales” So why God, why can’t I believe in some far off place full of fun and whimsy, why can’t I believe that a boy of wood becomes real from the touch of a fairy? Why should it be any easier for me to believe a boy conceived by God in the womb of a woman who had never known a man intimately is born, that three kings knew and came to worship this would be savior, and then suddenly in the blink of an eye 32 years later, this boy grown up is healing sick, removing blindness, turning water into wine, the loaves and the fishes…walking on water…dying on a cross, and then on the third glorious day is resurrected? Excuse me God if there seems to be a smidgen of resentment regarding this little biblical tale, but after it was shoved down my throat for over half of my life or better, it’s kinda left a sour taste in my mouth. It seems that if I buy into this little story and believe that your son died to save me, I’ll get to go to heaven and avoid the fires of hell. I can lie, cheat, steal, even kill…I can be unforgiving, backstabbing, intolerant, and arrogant. I can hate, and feel bitterness, and as long as I believe that your son did what all those holy rollers say he did I’m in…oh an along the way while I’m waiting to get in, I get to judge my fellow man based off of these biblical standards that they say you have set. If I’m good and loving, if I abhor intolerance, if I reach out to any of my fellow man regardless of there life styles, and beliefs and love them, if I strive to live a life free of judgment, and allow my neighbor to live with the freedom I have been given, if I value life and, and the sanctity of honesty and if I choose to donate my time to charity instead of my finances, and I don’t believe that Jesus died for me…if I don’t accept this story…I get to go to hell. I guess God, it’s easier for me to believe in Peter Pan…in other words if a hypocritical, judgmental, “child of God” is able to sneak in under the radar with a long list of deadly sins attached (cus no man is perfect) then in truth I’d rather not. A. Girlsomewhere, Colorado/USA
Dear God,
I am sorry for watching porn. I really am.This is just something that is really hard for me to give up right now.
Please don’t stop loving me. I don’t want to be punished anymore. My family and I can’t take it.
Cat Von D, Chicago/USA
Dear God,
I pray because I’m lost.
I am from a small Aussie town. I went to boarding school as a child where, after a few years, began to be sexually abused by a teacher. I mentally tortured myself and wanted to die for years but finally told my family who will do anything to help me. I don’t know if I was confused before, but ever since the abuse I have been in a sexuality crisis. Now I am 25 and don’t know what or who am I am and live in constant guilt that if I was to go one way, I will be going against God. I have lost my faith in the church but haven’t lost my faith in God. I don’t think the Church and its institutions represent God and this is my only comfort. I research the Church and sexuality and the hypocrisy and arguments only fuel my confusion and anger. I try and rationalise how I feel but nothing helps. I take massive amounts of anti-depressants and sleeping tablets every night and then every day, stroll into work like nothing’s wrong.
Only a few of my closest friends know all of this and I want to run away to another country and start again. Sometimes I wonder if God did all this to test me, to see what sort of man I could become and to test my strength. Sometimes I think everything I’m doing is against God and my life will be judged severely. I moved to the city after boarding school where I felt no one would know me or judge me. I work in a very liberal industry but this doesn’t seem to bring me comfort.
I want to return home and help my Dad in the family business but feel that I would bring shame on the family if I did eventually decide that I was gay not straight. Everyone in town probably thinks it anyway so am I really saving anyone any embarrassment by living away? My family knows that I’m really confused and am struggling and are totally supportive. I just don’t want to embarrass them in a fundamentalist Christian town where everyone would judge my family and I. I loathe the thought of my very proud and traditional school finding out everything and thinking I am the one to blame or that I am an embarrassment to them. Even if they don’t know about the abuse, I hate the thought of all the other students finding out and taking delight in knowing their taunts of ‘faggot’ were accurate. I feel I’ve lost connection with my hometown because of all this and I feel I have no home and forever am lost and transient.
I wonder if the confusion, pain and problems will ever go away or whether I will end up sad, alone and angry. Am I being self absorbed and spoilt? Or do you feel my prayers are needed? I feel I can’t trust the church or its interpretations of Jesus. I feel like I am a disappointment in the Church’s eyes but hope, whomever I become, I won’t be a disappointment to Jesus. I wish I was stronger. I wish I could just stand up, grow up and get over it. It doesn’t seem that easy though. Please hear my prayers and guide me.
J - Australia
Dear God,
I wake up every day (well almost) knowing how lucky I am to be alive. I was born with a heart condition that, at the time, was little known and the surgery was difficult to survive. I know something drove my mother to the hospital on all four occasions to get me help (the first three she was turned away- they said I was fine). It must have been a higher power that guided the surgeons fingers when I died on the operating table and he had to pump my little heart back to life with two of his fingers. I survived, fully intact and continue to thrive into adulthood. While some of my peers died without a proper diagnoses, or on the operating table, some made it out of surgery but as shells of their former selves but I am perfectly healthy (except for the annual cardiology appointments). So what was it all for- why am I one of the few who lived? Should I be doing more with my life? Or was it all just luck? I think of all the ones who didn’t survive, the parents who lost their babies and wonder if my life would make them proud. Special, San Diego, Ca, USA
Dear God, It’s been nine years since you took my brother away from me. I always stop and stare at people who look like him. Is it wrong of me to pretend that he still exists? I wasn’t in the room when they turned off the life support but I still have the image in my head of just before. Is it okay if I don’t forgive you any time soon for this? I just miss my brother, and life’s getting lonely lately. Joseph, Philadelphia/USA 
Dear God,
Something isn’t right. I always feel so close to just passing out or just lashing out at people around me. I’m exhausted. This is too much for me. It’s a very unstable balance. My life is held together by tiny threads. Every day is the same. I get up at 5:30am. I drink a diet coke and go to school. I go to class and try to stay awake until 12:30. Then I eat a piece of string cheese, 3 crackers, and another diet coke. I leave school and go to rehearsal for 3 hours. I come home and run a mile or two on my treadmill. Then I do homework as late as it takes. Usually I’m in bed around 1am. If anything is thrown off— if I get 3 hours of sleep instead of 4— if I forget my diet coke, I fall apart. I passed out at school once because I didn’t have enough sleep/caffeine. The weight isn’t entirely gone. I’m 40 pounds thinner than I was, but I’m still not skin and bones. And there is no one that will realize I’m not healthy. The physical stuff isn’t nearly as bad as what’s going on with me emotionally. I will always resent my parents for not noticing how unhealthy I am. They ask me what’s wrong or why I look so anxious. They forget that I’ve struggled with an anxiety disorder my entire life. They forget that I’m obsessive compulsive. There is nothing worse than having those closest to you forget or ignore something like that. They ask me, why do you have to do that in sets of 7? Because I’m fucking obsessive compulsive. I have been my whole life. You took me to the doctor when I was four because I wouldn’t leave the grocery store until I had walked down each isle 7 times. You still ask why I do things 7 times. Are you my mother or a fucking stranger? Jesus fucking christ. I can’t take this much longer. I’m so sick of no one noticing that I don’t eat or that I am having a nervous collapse. They think I’m fine because I’m always with friends and because I’m thin and they think that means everything is not good. I am falling apart. I am begging my mother to notice. She never will. Even if I tell her, I’m not OK, I need help, she says, “i don’t know what to do,” I love her, but I will always resent her for letting me live with these issues and not doing shit to help me. Teressa, Los Angeles/USA
Dear God.
I am a short, weak-looking woman. But I once assaulted a young teen- aged boy who threw an apple at my car. I drove down an alley after him really fast, stopped and jumped out and chased him down. I cornered him in by a fence and pushed him down. I kicked him a few times in the abdomen and arm while he was down. Then I got in my car and drove away. I was a wreck about it for months. It spurred me to go to counseling for my “anger” but I never did tell the counselor this story. The shoes I wore that day, I had to throw them out soon after-I couldn’t look at them. At the time, it didn’t seem that I hurt him very much (He got right up). But I sometimes imagine that maybe it was worse than I remember. I think of that movie “Short Cuts” where the little boy died after Lilly Tomlin hit him with her car and she goes on with her life oblivious…I wonder where that kid is now. This is the only secret I keep from my husband. It is the only thing in my life I am ashamed of.
Lyn, Brooklyn,NYC/USA
Dear God, It’s been a hell of a year, but I’m still standing. Finding out I was HIV+ was the hardest blow I’ve had to take in my life, and that’s saying a lot. But I’ve survived it, and come to terms with it, and I’m finding the strength and the faith to keep on going. I’m not writing to ask ‘why’. Or to tell you I’m pissed off at you for this. Or even to beg you to take it all away. I’m writing to say thank you for giving me this chance to come to a new appreciation of my life, and the people I love. And I’m writing to ask you to help me discern what’s next, and to have the courage to take it on. Oh yeah. And I hope you know: I may not come see you very often, or even talk to you all that much, but you are close to my heart always. See you around. Jay, Shanghai/China 
Dear God,
Madonna is stalking me. I lost my virginity to ‘Like A Virgin’ in the back of my boyfriends pick up truck at 16, and six weeks later I had to tell my Italian father that I was pregnant whilst MTV was blaring ‘Papa Don’t Preach’ in the background. At 18, I lost my faith in religion about the same time Madonna was burning crucifixes, and tried to recreate the sentiment by putting my rosary beads in the microwave. It lacked the drama and ruined my mums microwave. At 22, I got lost for two days in the snow whilst on a skiing holiday and the only thing that kept me alive was playing ‘Frozen’ on repeat whilst hypothermia set in. Finally, last night my new boyfriend and I had sex for the first time, whilst Madonna’s ‘4 Minutes ‘ played on the radio. He came in just under 3 and a half. I know she is in my life for a reason, I am just not sure why. Please send me a sign, preferably before her next single is released. Thanks G, Sarina Del-Vecchio, Sydney/Australia.
Dear Universe,
I write you this letter in part, on behalf of the millions of people on this planet who will never have the opportunity to write a letter at all, let alone a letter to you, and also in part for my own curiosity. It is innate human behavior to understand our reason for existing. I think this is one of our most common of all questions. Many people search for this truth through various religions and beliefs. Others spend their lives looking for these answers through scientific means. I was recently introduced to the idea that God and the universe may in fact, be one and the same. My dearest Universe, is this possible? In my goal to understand the truth in all things, I have come up short. The quest for truth through Religion seems immeasurably long and possibly unending. Universe, does this sound familiar to you? Even contemplating your vast, infinite nature seems futile. Since your secrets are limitless, how could we ever come to know them all? You seem to have commonalities with God, so I come to you with my questions.Should we continue our search outward, through religion and science, for the answer to our most basic question? Maybe the only truth we can ever truly understand is our own. By searching inward, is it possible to find the answers we seek?
You know, I think just by asking you this question, I have the answer I need. So take your time in responding.
Craig from Newfoundland
Dear God,
I sometimes feel that our relationship is one sided. Lately I’ve been feeling as though you have given up on me and have left me to drown in a sea of problems. I have always had faith in you, but I’m not sure that your on duty. I have had faith in you through my good as well as my bad but now I’m not sure you care enough to help those that are deserving of your help. Please come back!!!Neesh, Boston/USA
Dear God. I tried to convince myself you weren’t real. If you were, I definitely wasn’t going to be let into your club. I earnestly asked you into my heart years ago, but apparently I was one of those guys that just didn’t get it. I didn’t fit into the church scene. I was too self-centered and untrusting to really let you in my life. I hurt inside and tried to mask it with irresponsible risk-taking, drinking, stealing, and sex. I was plagued by my past and the way that I had hurt my family and people who loved me. As you know, my dad left when I was 8 and didn’t make a big point out of seeing me or knowing me or helping me after that. Then when I got in trouble at age 15 and said I needed him, he let me come and live with him. That only lasted until he saw who I really was. He asked me to leave after 2 years because he didn’t want to deal with me. He didn’t want to be with me because I had too many problems. That was 21 years ago. I was 17 and I felt pretty worthless after that for a long time. I think that’s why I’ve had such a thick head about believing you. I lived so long as the perpetual bad boy who was out to prove that I was unloveable. I was waiting for you to break me down and punish me for not giving in to your program. I was waiting for you to reveal the real me to the world - the liar, the thief, the hypocrite, and the addict - so I would get what I deserved and my worthlessness would be confirmed. Then, the other day you showed your fierce, unrelenting love for even me. You showed me through a perfect storm of people, events and a book by Donald Miller. I cried like a baby for the first time in years. I felt clean and loved. I understand you a little better. I know you are not in the business of breaking me down into submission because you are the mighty creator. Instead you are my greatest help, my friend, my rock and my provider. You made a place for me and want me with you forever. That is everything to me today. Thank you. Love, Chris, Florida, USADear God is a global project for people around the world to share their innermost hopes - and fears - through prayer.
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God, reading this site makes me so sad for this depraved world. Even the point of the site is depraved. It's about making people feel better instead of glorifying You, the all-powerful Comforter.
Please comfort all these poor, lost people. Show them their helplessness without You. Show them the only way is through Christ, who has covered all of their sins and frees them if they are one of your children. Please bring them to You, Lord. Give them faith, peace, and motivation for their short lives.
In Jesus' precious name,
Amen.
Ellen, Blessing God to you and us
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