Dear God,
It’s the day after the Grammys. It was really special seeing new artists win their first Grammy. I feel like Lola Young somehow knew she was going to win—maybe that’s why she wore sweats, almost as if she didn’t want to make a big deal out of it. I truly loved seeing so many of my favorite artists in the room that night.
As for school… it’s been so hard. Everyone was getting sick, and now I am too. I went to CVS to get my prescription, but I should have picked up medicine while I was there. I feel exhausted and frustrated that I got sick.
Hours passed, and now it’s morning. I woke up earlier than usual since I went to sleep earlier. As soon as I took off my mouth tape, I took a deep breath and started coughing. That’s when I knew I was sick. My first instinct was to buy medicine, but everything I need is in my EMK at school.
The girl who made me sick announced yesterday that she’s going home due to depression. No one seemed sad to see her go. Before that, people secretly disliked her because she was slowly getting everyone sick. And yet, I went out of my way to stand next to her, hug her every day, and give her pep talks—even when she was coughing. She coughed on me a few times, and now I have the same cough.
That night, I gossiped—after my mom specifically told me not to. I got really upset when my classmates told me what two girls said about me behind my back. One of them mentioned something small, like me going to a club with friends, but she said it within earshot of our instructor. Why would she do that? I became so angry and cursed her out. I hated how I reacted.
Then Jillian asked for my Epsom salt—the same day I had just bought it. My mom told me not to offer my beauty supplies, and I did the opposite. Now other girls want my Epsom salt and facial masks, and I feel so aggravated sharing my things. Jillian said, “You can get them from the dollar store,” and she knew that’s where I got them. I acted like I didn’t know. I felt bad because she had bought me cocoa butter. Ever since, I’ve had a knot in my stomach.
I’m not selfish, but I don’t like sharing—yet I want people to share with me. I can’t be one-sided. Offering my things and then changing my mind isn’t right either, and I recognize that.
Yesterday, I noticed something painful in my pelvic area—a bulbous spot under the skin that hurts when touched. I spoke to a doctor, and he told me not to wait and to go to urgent care. He prescribed antibiotics and mentioned surgery as a possibility. I felt like he was listing worst-case scenarios to protect himself as a doctor. I’m going to take the medication, and I may get the topical cream too—we’ll see.
I just spoke to my dad, and he’s doing fine. Honestly, going through all of this—talking to the doctor and dealing with my own health—felt like a reminder that my dad is okay. He means the world to me. I pray that You heal us, and anyone reading this prayer, from head to toe.
Father, please watch over me and over everyone reading this. Help me stop complaining—starting today. Help us believe in ourselves and, most importantly, believe in You.
I pray for anyone going through difficulties, including myself. Remind us that challenges test our faith, but we don’t need to be afraid. You know how strong we are. Don’t let us feel overwhelmed. Help us breathe deeply and focus on Your promises. You promise to stay near the brokenhearted and to guide us when we rely on You. You never fail us, and when we feel like we’re failing, remind us that we are held in the palm of Your hand.
I know I ask for a lot, but I also try to give my all to others by showing them the love I wish I received. There are two girls who talk about me behind my back, but others in my class defend me. At first, I wanted to distance myself. Then my dad encouraged me to show them more love. I didn’t understand at first—but I’m listening. I’ll still offer my smile and even a hug, if they allow it.
Lastly, please heal my health and calm my mind. Warn me before I speak negatively. And most of all, help me do Your will.
Amen
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