What do I do when there are only 9 of them left, and I have five days to get through, and the most precious one is possibly hurting. Do I hint around and feel sorry for myself? NO.
I ask you. I get through it. I come to ask for him. I trust you. You give. We receive. Until then, I wait. I will ask who I need to because you give me courage and grace. We will get what we need from you, not me.
What a lesson I am learning.
Have to type this out without the details, but it’s a prayer and a declaration nonetheless.
Phmbagmakiisthttdonaisptrpahmhaka (this part’s just for me and God)