I like comments.  At the least, they mean someone is reading.  Even better when my Sister is the commenter.

The setting is entirely too weird.  But remember.  I am out.  Read the post, Out.
I just keep forgetting.

That becomes the essential question.  Why do I keep forgetting how loved I am?
But that takes me to Wow, amazing how loved I am and how often I am aware of it and grateful for it when I am aware.

Can it be that the love of God really is so big that I can stand in the mire and be overwhelmed with goodness?  I am so ungrateful.

Daddy, forgive me.  You are so good to me.  You surround me with love.  You catch me when I stumble.  And sometimes I remember to thank you and celebrate.

Please show me the other side.  Grant me a vision of the future on the other side of this transformational season.  Sure, I want to run away.  Help me run away to you now.  I am so sorry but you are still worth, no matter what I do and say wrong.

I felt your hand on me this morning when I was in challenging times.  Thank you.  Please do not remove your hand of favor from me and your family here in Florence.

How can so many be wrong?

Does it matter?

It just seems like there are more things to be concerned about than need be. He will perfect that which concerns me. If I have a concern, it can be turned into a prayer and from there into a matter of faith. Done.

I know that the moment any of it is a burden that can not be resolved in prayer, I have taken on the work of a god. As such, my pride is showing and I need to repent and move on.

Maybe this is just my perspective. I know I do not see things in the same way as everyone else. Does that make them wrong?

Daddy, thank you for the vision, the sight you have given me. Forgive my judging now. Especially where it gets in the way of hearing and discerning. I really want the whole learning and application.