Dear god, I thank you for this day you have made let us rejoice and be glad in it. Just as the piano starts playing the closing himm. I race out of church in hurry. Thinking rejoice god? Thanks for this day? It all sounded dumb to me. And this is what made me think a bit harder. One night I got a phone call from my brother as he was starting to explain what had happened to my aunt. "She's gone she's gone" is all I can remember him saying. I thought "really if god was this so called magical and amazing person, how come he let this happen to me and my family? Then I started to think, "well what if it was my fault, what if because I didn't like church or going to learn the story's of the Old and New Testament"? Was this was his way of punishing me or trying to teach me a lesson to listen is church and to pray to him. I'm telling you I was absolutely confused. Next morning we got another call my brother telling us when and where the funeral was. I tried something different that morning I actually prayed, I started out like this "Dear god, Please forgive me for I have not been completely focused on what you can do and how you can work your miracles on people. Also I'm sorry I made you have to decide this choice to let my aunt die, I will defiantly try to believe you and have trust in you. For I have not done all the best things I could do in this world but I try to get better. Please watch over my aunt, friends and other family members as they all get stronger and learn how to love you and themselves better. In your name I pray amen". There I had finally done it I had finally prayed. To be honest, I actually felt a little bit better and sort of relieved. Then through the next couple days they seemed as though they got easier and easier. I bowed my head closed my eyes and listened "Dear god, I thank you for this day you made let us rejoice and be glad in it", but this time I did not race out of church I stayed and enjoyed the beautiful piano playing the closeting himm "amen" I say. Yes god yes.
