Circa August 2012
And so it must be noted, there were days when I ached for things (which will not be mentioned here) so badly I could feel it in my teeth.
In the mornings, I try Very Hard to listen to The Voice of God. Pressing my cup to the door of heaven.
After I've showered and dressed and my hair is dry, I get back in bed with Tim and I pray. Because that is what Holly's are good at- the getting back in bed. The prayers are for him. For our dogs. For our marriage and his business and for Lucy. I practice gratitude. I muster the courage to (for the love of Pete) get back out of bed.
During the day, I pray as people and situations pop into my head.
And at night, I repent. I reflect on my day. I pray for peace.
And sometimes, if the mood strikes, I thank Him for not having those unmentioned things above. I thank Him for the waiting. For the no's-when-I-don't-understand-the-reasons.
This too shall pass
or so I've heard.