A Letter to God

Dear God,

I am mad at You right now, and I think You need to know this. I don't understand why the worst suffering is placed on the shoulders of the best people. I know, I know... You have a plan, right? Well, I don't have to like it. And I'm not going to pretend to like it. I feel no need to kiss your holy hiney. And besides that, I think You and I have always had a relationship built more on honesty. Some can't handle the truth, but I think You can. Does this mean I will denounce You and take up some sort of bizarre worship of my dog's toenails? Though they are impressive, no. It just means I'm mad. It happens in families. Thanks for listening (or, reading).

Love,
Anneliese