March 21, 1970
Last night Bill and Marsha came over. We were all talking at Auntie Vi’s, and spinal meningitis was mentioned. A boy had died of it at P.C. last Friday. Having been with P.C. guys a couple of times, I panicked. Then I called Jerry at P.C. about going to Dover tomorrow. He said another boy had died. It only takes 12 hours.
Well, Father, you know how I flipped out. Fear of death again, now. I guess I’m the world’s worst hypochondriac! Andy my faith. Boy am I weak, Father. Boy, how I need you! Please never leave me, never let me turn away. You are my all. And thank you for my suffering, small though it may be. Teach me – to love You first of all, to love your children, to pray. And, Father – please teach me to have confidence in Your love. Thank you again.
Only let me be worthy of your love, Father. (Psalm 29)