Dear God

Sometimes I don’t understand how you bless ppl who are less passionate about you with things and let people like me, A, and J not have these things. Why have you let the ones who have wandered away find love and peace and happyness. At the same time I know we should be able to find these things through you, but to know that all three of us, who were humble followers of You, to have such bad luck in this aria? At the same time you are the ground that my roots have grown out of and you have kept me alive and brought me through so much. We have been faithful to you and have worked for you. bless me and those lovely friends of mine. I am so thankful for all that you have done and you sure work in mysterious ways. Give me strength and take away my fearfulness. Maybe I just need to trust you more. I’m trying. Help me.