I'm a mere mortal; I plead.

Dear God,

I know there's still over two months to go, but I really don’t want to spend my New Year’s Eve 2010 on a train to someplace I don’t even want to visit. I was SUPPOSED to be going on a completely different trip, remember? But of course, you, with your reasoning that makes sense only to YOU, didn’t make that quite work out. Which was okay. I didn’t even complain that much, but now, I can’t help the complaining.

I can think of a LOT of things I’d like to do on New Year’s Eve but as you very well know, none of them have ever been feasible because of course, I can’t go out at night or meet the people I want to, either because they are too far away or are of the opposite sex or both. Yet, I’ve never quite complained about that either. I quietly accepted my boring fate and have spent almost every New Year’s Eve of my life sitting at home (like almost every other night of the year). Watching a movie or reading or lately, writing a blog post here. Just like how I’ve accepted that I’m no longer allowed to wear t-shirts or other regular western clothes because my mom is weird and thinks they are indecent. Or how I’ve accepted that I can’t drive because you blessed me with poor eyesight. Or how I’ve accepted that I’m just not that good looking to have a nice boyfriend. I’ve accepted it all, haven’t I? But this time, what you’ve ordained me to is just a bit too unfair, don’t you think?

No. Of course you don’t. Or you wouldn’t have put me in this place. Or maybe you just put me here to test me, as usual, to test my faith in you. But God, enough of the tests now. Give it a rest, will you? Please? Please just give me at least SOMETHING that I want. You don’t need to test me. I trust you and believe in you a lot more than most of the hypocrites who bow down to you everyday yet show not a trace of REAL faith when it actually comes down to it.

I won’t say much more because you know exactly what small, teensy little happiness I’m praying for this yearend, so I’ll leave it up to you to grant it to me. Okay, maybe it’s not that teensy as such, it’s quite big, but hey, what’s BIG to you? You’re GOD, after all, right?

Please, just this once, grant me a miracle of sorts and let me have the kind of New Year’s Eve I’ve always envisioned.

You give me lots of little happinesses every single day, which I’m very grateful for, as you know. This time, please give me something BIG to grin about?

Until next time, love always,

Me.

P.S. You know, you don't always have to give me what I want, but at least don't always give me what I definitely DON"T want!