Oh God. Prayers up.
You are not allowed to die, Sis. I’m not finished with you yet. And you are not finished with me yet. I’m not perfect yet. You are, but how can I hope to be without you around to guide me?
Get better, and don’t argue with me about it. I am not giving you a choice. Ok?
Thanks for the ping TC.
Hey, I have baby pictures to show Face. Not perfect babies like Kathleen, but baby cantaloupes and watermelons. (Look, one does as one can.) Will get on it this weekend. Prayers continuing.
Oh Ye, of little faith!
Sis, I was allowed to live after the car accident in 1969 because I have things to accomplish before my life is over. I may not know what those things are at the moment, and they may not be clear for a few more years, and some may only be clear in retrospect.
But rest assured: I WILL do them! You and I have to meet up, in person, before I throw in the towel!
Please have faith that God will protect me until my job is done, and He will, no doubt, let you know when my time is up. Until then, enjoy life with me and all your other FRiends!