On the days you know it's not fair
On the days you tell God your kids deserve a backyard
On the days no one hears you
On the days with more questions than answers
On the days when it's all about you
(and by you, I mean me)
Think of the missing baby.
Think of the woman (no longer) in prison for a crime she didn't commit.
Think of the motherless children.
Think of the enslaved in your own backyard.
Think of the war.
I love the new blog layout...I have had that background print saved on my computer for a year or so, just in case I find someplace fun to use it. Great minds think alike I suppose. ;)
ReplyDeleteI love the way that you are so sensitive to people you don't even know going through trials. I learn a lot from that. I am calloused enough to generally separate news from the idea of heartache. I am glad I have a friend to lead me back.