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.
more details on these stories later.
oh, and nothing nothing nothing nothing nothing is impossible.