About the time I am upset because things are "hard" and I so want to live a fantasy life of ease, I am tickled by the Holy Spirit to reflect on how much worse things could be. Like, I have an electric washing machine - front loading, no less. Monday I had a meltdown of neediness at God's Girls, realized my poor dog had ear trouble so got to experience the trauma of a vet visit (HER trauma, not mine) and by 8 pm I couldn't walk and had to get back into the wheelchair. Bumps in the road driving prayer - more prayer, not less. This is life . . .
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I am praying....
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