just shut up.

i’ve been saying this to myself, more and more.

and yes, i’m about to go there. so, either be prepared or click the x.

friday morning, my alarm went off at 5:45 (as usual) and I woke up and called out to him. You’ve got to help. You’ve got to. Please, please.

rewind: at the tender age of 2, my parents divorced. since that day my sweet daddy has rarely met a woman worth HIS time. enter Susan. the funny part, she doesn’t even know i asked for her. i called out to him, for years, years-close to 20. You’ve got to help. You’ve got to. Please, please.

a complainer instead of a believer. that is what i’ve been but, when i’ve finally just shut up and asked, he has delivered.

and, he always, always, always delivers.

one promotion + sincere love match later, it’s true. i’m overwhelmed by the peace and blessings i feel.

you’re too good to us.

i believe.

-jacq

more details on these stories later.

oh, and nothing nothing nothing nothing nothing is impossible.

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