I’m pretty sure someone just shot a hole in my lily pad

My God is bigger than all of this.

I just need someone to promise me that mom and I are going to be OK.

God, I have to hand You all my fear — and there’s a truckload behind what I’m giving you with my hands. I trust that You will hand back strength and confidence and ability and a doorknob that turns easily and opens me up to the things I really deserve.

Pray for me, please. And I’m already returning the favor.

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