Stop

If you pray, at all, I need you to stop and pray for my momma and my little brother and sisters - the three foster kids. Please. Please? It's not an over statement to say that their entire lives are about to be determined for good, or for very very bad today, in the next few hours, and my family is on the verge of collapsing and we really need your love. Stranger or not. We need you.

Thankyouthankyouthankyouthatnkyouthankyou

Come good or bad, God is love. I know it full well. But damn, that goodness feels good.

Shake it.