Dear God,

I'm so sorry.

I'm sorry that I always want to turn everything into a movie where it's all about me. 

I'm sorry that I let the enemy tell me lies about all the people that don't love me when in reality, they do. 

A lot.

I'm sorry that I think about boys too much.

I'm sorry that I wimped out on the book of Joshua this week, because it's an amazing book. 

I'm sorry I don't listen to You as much as I talk AT You.

Same for the way I talk at my parents. 

I'm sorry I don't let myself trust that you'll still be there in Virginia. 

I'm sorry that I refuse to believe you'll give me joy there.

I'm sorry that I dwell on the lack of youth group and drama friends and not enough on family in the states and new opportunities to serve and make friends.

I'm sorry for inwardly grumbling about not having clothes for the Cambodia trip instead of letting you fulfill me. 

I'm sorry for acting too sorry, when really I just want other people to feel sorry. You know what I mean, so it's okay that this makes no sense. 

Thank you so much. 

I love you. 

-Abby