Saved a life with some paper hats from Dollar General.
Whole-hearted prayers were whispered today. Chest exploding, soul strained, burning SOS signals up to Him. Never felt more like a vessel. It wasn’t me speaking. It couldn’t have been me speaking, because I know exactly what I would’ve said. I’ve said it before about my brother and it sounded something like… you selfish sonofabitch.
With the events of today, questioning of His plan has seriously infiltrated the brain. Why couldn’t you give me someone to walk with through this?
Jeremiah 29:11 “For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.”
Not to sound prideful, but I did rock the situation despite some minor internal freak the eff outs. I know You hand me things I can handle. And I can. But Batman has Alfred dude.
Maybe I’m not giving enough credit to the ones I called today. Parents, friends, experts. They collectively make up my Alfred. But I highly doubt they would all fit in the queen size bed for a sweet cuddle sesh.
Not inferring that a significant other would have made things easier today, but it kind of would have.
K
