March 16, 1970
I asked today if you would let me know whether or not you wanted me to work at the market. Nothing like a flat “no.”
And, about the daydream, thanks. You know how easily I get carried away.
I was worried a little about loving Joe and Father John so much. But it seems that’s the only way I can love, the way I love you. All the way. Only the love I have for you, Father, is combined with awe and, well, you know. It’s hard to believe that you love me so much. It’s hard to believe that they love me so much.
Thank you for the physical contact I have needed so much and thank you for answering my unspoken prayer that Sunday when I first met Joe. His hugs and Father John’s affectionate squeeze on the chin meant so much to me. One of my needs you fulfilled. And Thursday, when Joe came up and wouldn’t let go and Father John wanted more than a handshake! Wow! Of course. It all hits me now. You showed me their love to show me yours. Glory and praise, Father.
Still praying for a man but now surer than ever that your plan for me is good with or without.
[Redacted] may not be as far along as I thought.