Letters from the Lost Entry 6

Dear God,
Marilyn may be my younger twin sister, but I don't feel like she is anymore. She doesn't come into my room at night to talk to me anymore. The last time she did, she stormed out of here saying I was trying to save her when she didn't need to be saved. She called me high and mighty. Am I? Is she right? Have I become proud? I don't think I have… I thought I was just trying to help. If I have become proud and not realized it I'm sorry. I didn't mean to, please help me to humble myself again.
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The tutoring program is amazing. I see Your hand throughout it. I'm so happy You placed me there. I don't have to come home right after school anymore, and I get to help with their homework- which I've always loved doing- and I get to tell them about You. I'm sharing hope and love with these people.
We're learning about the 60's hippie movement in history. I think they had a good idea, but the fundamentals were all wrong. Peace and love are correct, and we should all have them. But free love and acid? No, they needed You to get what they wanted. Mr. Conroy is completely bashing the whole hippie idea. He says it's all a bunch of rubbish and we should see the world as it really is; a horrible, ugly, death filled place. Which I'll admit is true, but he can't seem to see the beauty that also lies hidden beneath that. I think he watches the news waaay too much. I just hope that You help him. He's a really nice man, and a great teacher from what I hear. I just feel horrible for him. He needs some serious hope in his life.
Georgia is leaving this weekend to go visit her grandmother, apparently she's really sick this time. Georgia's scared that this may be her last visit. She asked me to pray for her. So, please give her and her family peace. Be with them, and let them have understanding if You decide to take Miss Grandma Rose. I'm going to miss her too. She was always so nice to me whenever I'd go with Georgia to see her. She's been my surrogate grandmother. I really wish I could go this weekend, but mom and dad say it's our family weekend. I doubt it'll work, but that's only because it's mom and dad's idea not Yours.
Lord, I need strength. I can feel mom and dad leaning on me more and more these days. I'm not sure how much more I can stand of it. I need room to breathe. 1

Is suffocating,
Jaquelyn