Thursday, May 31, 2012
Going into the weekend, this is my prayer.
But that also means I am stuck in this house for 48 hours alone with Chelsea. And my grandma is going to be tied up with my cousin's soccer all weekend, like usual, which means I have no way out. I'm trying to ignore the growing feeling of dread in my gut, but that's not easy when I know what I'm getting myself into.
That's why I'm praying for Romans 15:13 to completely take me over and consume me. I don't like who I am when I'm around her. And I want to change, I truly do. I feel like this is the first step. I said I wanted to be a warrior - well, here's a huge battle. With God, I can do this. That's the only way I can do this. (Though I'm thankful I do have some friends who have already told me I can call them any time I am in need of a distraction.) I truly appreciate any prayers you can send up on my behalf.
P.S. That letter I sent Kim and Grant? Ten handwritten pages. I never claimed to be a master of brevity. ;) No, really, I wanted to share some of my story with them, too. I'm looking forward to hearing from them again.