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Dear Lord/God,

I am so tired. I've been staring at this stupid blanket and trying to figure out how to do the trim. Lord, please guide my hands tomorrow while I work on it. I also ask that you guide my hands tonight as I write. I've been scared and tired to pray. No excuse, I know. I'm sorry. Look over Sierra and James. I pray for both of them. I also pray for Sam and his blonde friend. I pray for Michelle and Quin and the girl he kept talking to. I pray for Scott. I hope that he didn't take my comment offensively. I pray for Nathon at Sonic and his coworkers. I ask you to watch over my future husband and make him who you created him to be. I ask you to look and watch over Peter and help him with his time and energy. Lord, I want to help you in the church.  I want to be there, but I'm frightened. I put so much energy into DG. It wasn't a waste. Now I have a basis for my story. I'm so brave in my bedroom for the door is closed, but I have nothing, no resolve when it's open. I'm sorry. What am I supposed to do? Do I leave them? Do I stay? Do I....I do. I do want to get married to the person you destined for me. I'm not sure if he's out there. The little boy was so cute. I can't help myself. I just want...is that bad? I don't want to treat you like a genie. Want again... Lord, you know the intentions of my heart, my ambitions, my talents, my future. Help me Lord. I could spread the message, Your message to the girls. What do you want?

Signed,
Talking too much to listen