Dear God,
Why me. Why did I have to have the 'perfect'
brother? This is so not fair. Every time something bad happens it’s my fault.
They don't even ask anymore...I just get in trouble. It's true, I'm the naughty
one, but Jesus is human too. How did he get all the good behavior? Even if he
would stop being a goody-goody for just one day I wouldn't look so bad. I mean,
I want to do what's right, but I'll never live up to the bar he set. If only I
were older. And I'm not good at school either. He is - of course. He can
already argue with the teacher and I'm just day dreaming in the back. I'd
rather work with my hands like Dad than to debate Your word all day. Don't get
me wrong, I like Your word, but I'm just not good at memorizing and I'd rather
be in the shop. Please help me to be more like Jesus and not get into so much
trouble.
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