Not a sign of help at all. My feet are burning. My body is not collaborating. My spirit is willing to help myself, but the flesh is weak.
What A Sight I Am! even so?
You know it my Father. You are helping me. I refuse to worry. I refuse to complain. I refuse to feel sorry for myself. I’m blessed.
You Are With Me And For Me.
You are giving me the strength to wash my hair. I must prepare my clothes change. Then I will prepare all things in the bathroom. Thanks, my Father. I feel better already.
Unreasonable? No Matter …?
Tuesday, February 19, 2019 now at 11:20 pm.