In the silence of the night, I stare up at the ceiling or out my window, taking the time to think. More often than not, I talk to God about guy troubles or personal problems that I wouldn’t tell a friend or an adult. God is there for me whenever I need to talk.

Sure, our lives are busy, and sometimes we forget about God; but God never forgets about us. When we remember to take time for God, we find God waiting with open arms.