Every day it seems something happens to make life harder. I am pushed to desperation. Perhaps it's a good thing? I can't view it as that yet, but I do know that I find myself doing the only thing I CAN do. Pray. Cry to God with groanings that cannot be uttered. I am doing the only thing I can. I'm praying for you. I'm praying for me. Praying for the girl at starbucks this morning. It's the only time my burden is lighter. I cling to God's promise. ::James 5:13-18::
It's the only thing I can cling to.