Please, pray for me
I smile every time I think of it.
I can't help it.
A few posts back I was feeling very much like a failure
at this parenting with unconditional love thing...
and I received a comment from Anonymous.
Anonymous and I were not friends.
I don't like not knowing who is talking to me out of the
deep, dark, foggy abyss.
Often Anonymous can say things they wouldn't say
if you knew who they were...
It's too easy to say what you think and hope nobody figures you out.
this time Anonymous was extremely helpful and kind.
Maybe they forgot to sign their name,
or maybe they forgot their name.
I loved their advice.
It was perfect.
Anonymous and I are now friends.
But I crack up every time I think of it.
In that case I'll absolutely pray for you....
In that case...
maybe I'll have to whine every day
so that you'll pray for me.
'cause I'm a struggling
who hasn't got it all together
my faith is wimpy and frail. . .
and I get tired,
very tired of the battle.
I know that God is Greater than all our trials
and He will ultimately save these children
it makes a difference when you pray for us.
Missy's had a rough morning.
Regardless, I got her to school on time.