Dear God

Dear God,
Hello, are you there? I talk to you, even rely on you. But I don't get hooked into you.

When I try and read your word, I don't get pulled in. You know, the way you can't put a good book down.

In Church I enjoy the singing. Love the fellowship. Never get much out of the sermon though.

You promised my Mom in your Word, If she raised me in your ways, I'd follow. I don't get it. I have faith with no conviction. If thats possible.

I still feel something's missing. My upbringing says its you. Maybee I haven't made enough effort. Is it supposed to come from effort? Can't you send me a mirracle. Mom, can't you help him turn the light on?

Send me an answer, please.