Dear God, (do not read if you believe blasphemy exists)

I would believe in you if:

-You bring the living things in this picture to be stationed at my office forever:

-You promise to never make it rain on my riding lesson again

-You make me slender and muscular without dieting (HELL NO!) or exercising. (I'm bad.)

-You give me this job I want for the fall...

-And as a result - giving me a guilt-free conscience to buy a watch as a grown-up present to myself.

-Oh and... Bring back Cinco de Mayo Robin.

THEN, I will maybe start to think about being a blind follower of yours.  Even if that means I have to be self-righteous, follow a bunch of commandments you may or may not have drafted, and God forbid, abstain from pre-marital sex.

Don't stone the heretic girl!