Hey Little Sistah! We're both back. Whew, I'm pooped. Had Miss Em today, and do you know that child is getting heavy. I find that lugging her around wears me out. We got her a little red plastic car for her B'day and she loves being pushed around the patio in that. So I pushed. Had prayer meeting tonight, and as usual T.C. is on our list. That boy has more people praying for him than Carter has liver pills. How can he not get well?
Sounds like God will get so weary of listening to the varied noises we send upward, He will place His hands over His ears amd say,
"All right, down there!
I'm already handling this my way!!"