A letter to God.

Dear God,

I don't know if you've got time for this, but I wanted to write to you. I would write it out..but my hand would hurt and I wouldn't get to write as much as I want to.
I don't know what I'm supposed to say.
Thank you for showing me you're always listening. I know you are. Even if sometimes I doubt it. I'm gonna go to church more.
God, why won't my parents go to church with me? I know they want me to go to church, and they made me when I was little, but now that I want to go, no one else will. I'm the only one in my family that goes to church. Why won't they go too? Could you show them that you want them to come talk to you?
Could you make mom stop smoking?
Could you make grandma better?
Could you fix everything?
Could you give me a hug?
I have so many questions. I don't mean to be selfish and ask for stuff. I'm thankful for what you've given me. I have a good life. I realize that I won't ever learn if I don't face dark times.
I'm scared.
I know everyone gets scared every now and then.
Everything happens for a reason, right?
Why did all this happen to me at the same time? I don't like it.
I love you, God.

Your friend,

Kiera.