I just had a small crisis upon opening this book and discovering that there's only about, well, less than twenty pages left... well, if I keep writing once a year, let's hope twenty pages is way more than enough. It's funny, I thought I wrote in here a lot more often than I actually do. I suppose I must think about it (and you) but it never makes it in here.
Sometimes I don;t know what to say. I've been watching a lot of... coupling... happen recently and I find myself caught between half jealousy and wishing I had you now, and half faith that you're coming and God's time, though radically different than mine, is perfect. I'm ashamed that I'm not 100% at the latter.
[Prayer preserved in the original book]
Yours
4.6.15
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