In some moments there is just not time for deeply reflective, reverently crafted verbiage. And God doesn't seem to mind my post-it note approach to prayer. He sends miracles anyway. Those miracles may take a few days to show up, they may come in an hour. But he must love frazzled, borderline irrational mothers, because they come.
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Oh wow, I love this. Glad I'm not alone! Miss you!
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