Chuck, my pastor was telling us one day when he was young, he got the bright idea to set his alarm clock to go off at 4am so he could start his prayer list. He was going to pray for everyone he knew, and include a special prayer for each person. 4:30 rolls around, his mom comes in to check and see why the alarm went off so early. There's her son, half hanging onto his bed by his arms and head, dead asleep. She helped get him back in bed, he woke up enough to tell her what was going on, got so far as, well, I said a prayer for everyone I could think of, and all I could think was, Dear Lord, I'm tired.
I rushed the girls through the showers, Alyssa is getting out her jammies, and tells me, Momma, remember what Uncle Bruce tells me and Caydence when we fall down and get hurt, "Praise the Lord that heals you", well, can we say that for him? My girls, how I love them so... There has got to be a test to take that proves that even though I gave them life, they aint mine. lol There is no way I could have spawned such wonderful, loving, giving, and caring kids. If it wasnt for the bickering and screaching like banshees, I'd swear they belong to someone else, and that all I'm here for is to feed them occasionally. lol
