20 November, 1999
  Dear God,
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I won't feed you that bull shit line of, "Why Me?" But things haven't been exactly easy for me. To fill you in, You took my mom away from me, causing that to crush my family never again being a family again, you've moved me across miles of fields and mountains, and climates and time zones. You gave me a step-family, which at times have been a blessing and others a malediction. I've just pretty much have had my life broke, and have tried to glue back the pieces, but I couldn't find any glue.

It has been 7 years since my mother has joined you, seven long blurry years. I will be graduating high school this year, and I would love to have her here to watch me. It has took me 7 years to realize that my natural born family, will never be a family again. The idea slapped me in the face, causing me to fall hard on my ass. I guess 'Ignorance is bliss'.

I am not at all accusing you of giving me a bad life. There are far worse..by far worse. For you have blessed me with shelter, and food, and all the little things we take for granted.

I guess being at the age I am, and coming to a realization, that life will never be the same, has got me feeling a little blue. A little blue run down and tired.

God, I am tired.

To rest my weary head in the cradle of your Universe would be my primrose choice. but you make everything happen for a reason. Every adversity has it's own sweetness. I will never understand why I have and am enduring this pain and lost indescribable to words. All though I need to trust in You, in mother earth, and the universe that surrounds her. I will not doubt, that you will come out riding your white horse, being my knight in shining armor, saving me from the dry well I have fell into. You always do.

I am sure I have made things more worse for me a long the way, habits I feel I can not change, judgements about others, and attitude sure do affect me. So I am not blaming you, or telling you that you gave me a shitty life. (the goods equal the bads.)

I am just asking of your help. I need you. My heart aches for a life I had at childhood, the innocence, the happiness, that will never return to my life. My heart aches for the girl I was suppose to become. But little set backs have changed that. Just asking for you not to leave me...

In Love and war,

Elizabeth

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