It’s January 1, 1974. I’m 14 years and 10 months old to the day. I’m lonely. I’m forever locked in my room and I’m lonely. The Diary of Anne Frank miraculously found its way to my desk. Anne was also 14 years old. Anne was also lonely. And Anne acknowledged her loneliness and created her best friend, Kitty, whose job was to accompany and support her through her arduous life. What a brilliant idea! I will do the same, follow suit and create a friend to hold my hand to keep me company, to love me and cherish me and let me know that I will always be close to them. But who? I had no friends, no role models to use as my blueprint from my intended creation. Who could, would or should be my friend?
On January 1, 1974, thirty-one years ago to the day, I started writing to God. I didn’t know him or her or it, but somehow I felt God could, would and should be my best friend. And the Diary of God miraculously found its way into my life. Every night for the past thirty-one years, I sojourn with God, my best friend, my Dearest God. Through my diary I lived the well-known adage of a man going to God and saying during times of plenty two sets of footprints were in the sand, but in times of pain only one set of footprints were seen in the sand. “God, why did you abandon me in my time of need,” asked the man? “I did not abandon you. Those were my footprints in the sand. I was carrying you,” God replied.

Through the years, God has been the only unchanging constant in my life. Friends change, favorite slippers tear, lovers part, memories wane, families feud and Grandma and Grandpa die. Nothing has been more life giving than God. Over the years, we have shared ideas and I’ve sought his council, always receiving pearls of wisdom and contemplations that uncover hidden treasures over arduous yellow brick roads in emerald cities over the rainbows where birds fly. Why, oh why, can’t I ...take you there?

The diaries I share with you are sacred. I share this space with you to give forgotten people another chance to be remembered. I share this space with you to make a place for you to make a difference.

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