Prayer

I have never been much of a religious person. I went to church with my family as a youth. I learned about Jesus. I feel obliged to preface the remainder of this memoir with a prayer.

Oh, God, I wonder if you exist, but if you do have mercy on me for what I have done. Forgive me of my awful self, which does your work in the very best way it knows how. If you can, I ask you to give me the strength to accept what I cannot change, the courage to confront what I can, and intelligence to discern between the two. I didn't make that one up, God, but I mean it anyway. The way I see it, if you created me, you gave me the smarts to figure out how to handle all this. I am often confused and sad, God, but I will use every bit of the heart, soul, and brains you gave me to figure all this out. Alright. Amen.