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    posted March 31, 2010 10:28 pm

    Dear God.

    I was sixteen. Young, brash, arrogant, yet at the same time insecure & confused.

    I was sixteen, and I believed in romance.

    Dear God.

    I was thirteen. Juvenile. Eager to please, hard to convince. Hated boys. Wanted all the attention I could get.

    I was thirteen, and I believed in friendship.

    Dear God.

    I was five. I wanted candy.

    Dear God.

    I was fifteen. I just had my final surgery. I was in a lot of pain, and I had no one visiting me in the hospital.

    I was fifteen, and I was lonely.

    Dear God.

    I was fourteen. I attempted to take my own life under the kitchen sink. I cried myself to sleep every night.

    I was fourteen, and I hated myself.

    Dear God.

    I was eighteen. I was an insect bursting forth from a long overdue cocoon. I changed. I wanted. I wanted to be wanted.

    I was eighteen, and I believed in myself.

    Dear God.

    I am twenty three. I do not have it all figured out, but I have grown. I have learned that there is much more joy in blessing than to be blessed. Teaching, than to be taught. Leading, than to be led. Loving, than to be loved. I have learned to forgive. To hug, to hold, to cherish, to give, to share. To live.

    I am twenty three, and I believe in You.

    Age, after age to be.
    Nearer, my God, to thee.

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