A Prayer-

I failed at making French Toast again.

Last time I blamed it on the burner, this time I'm blaming it on the pan.  But in reality, I just know I'm not made to cook French toast.

Yesterday while carrying the groceries in, I kicked a branch with thorns while wearing flip-flops.  Two thorns went under my big toenail.  Who does that?  I started to take a picture but decided to spare everyone of something so grotesque, and myself of the embarrassment of posting such a picture.

Part of supper ended up on the floor last night with shards of glass from the broken dish.  Wasn't it just a month ago that this happened last?

My pants don't fit the same.  Girlish blemishes which are uncoverable by make-up are visiting again.  I just tell myself that means I'm still girlish but the gray hairs lean down whispering in my ear- "It isn't so"......

In spite of my doing laundry, without ceasing it seems, there is a pile that continues to grow. There are still groceries to get.  The dust on the furniture seems to have taken up permanent residence.

I sit here typing this post with my bags from the dollar store still on the counter.  My bed isn't made, supper isn't planned and it's time to go get the kids from school.

And P.S. I had to repost this five times because it wouldn't post right.

It's times like these that hiding would be preferable to trudging on.  But trudge on I must. I don't plod forward alone.  You are with me.  I'm in shadows and yet I'm covered by your brightness.

Because you are my help,

 I sing in the shadow of your wings. 

 My soul clings to you;

 your right hand upholds me.

-Psalm 63;7,8

You smile, I believe, with me- here in the shadows- because I am with you.  I recognize my need for you in this dim place. And I smile too, because being close to you is much better than good fitting jeans or the perfect French Toast.

I'd love to hear about your day.

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