Hot chocolate and a hug

This is what I have been reading about 20 times a day since December 15.

Or if I do get mail, it's junk.

I didn't realize I was freaking out this much until I said it outloud today in front of all my camp friends and asked them to pray for me.

And then theydid.  Well, not specifically for me.  But I was in there somewhere.

And I almost started crying because I realized that not even I have prayed about this.

I'm freaking out about an email, and I haven't prayed once.

These realizations and many more led to a pretty crappy and lonely day.

White hot chocolate and a hug should cheer me up.