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.
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