Dear God,

I don't remember the last time I spoke to you ... I don't remember if I ever have. I don't even know what to say to you. I'm still trying to figure things out. I can't seem to define you, so I find it hard to believe. Obviously I am contradicting myself by writing to you. It feels nice ... writing to you. I'm still skeptical about you. I'm afraid of things. I shouldn't, but I am. Please bear with me for just a bit longer ...

Gillian Elizabeth Reid Barclay