I prayed a lot yesterday. Not that I don’t pray a lot in general? But yesterday I prayed a lot, a lot. I prayed when I got up for strength. I prayed when they told me I needed blood work for courage. I prayed when I got home for guidance.
Well. That one was oddly funny, actually.
I wiped my tears and had barely sat up in bed when my bedroom door was promptly kicked in to reveal one Colleen Tuttle. Who wanted two water bottles and to know what was wrong and she pulled me off the bed into a hug I didn’t even know I needed. But I was sure glad to get it.
God is not going to walk into my room, poke me in the shoulder and tell me what I should do when I can’t decide for myself. However, it seems he doesn’t mind sending angels to do the dirty work. I don’t appreciate you enough, Leeny. You’re an amazing friend and sometimes you just show up right when I need you most. [Sometimes I don’t realize that I need you most and you still show up]
When I got home from the park with Colleen, I thanked God and I asked for words. Words I found. And then I asked for forgiveness and despite a very dark day there was light.
So as I go through my day today, I will ask for strength and I will ask for courage. I will ask for guidance, and clarity, and forgiveness, and love. I will ask for serenity. Everyone knows I need all of the above.