Thursday

1,2,3

I'm finally presented with the possibility of getting something I've always wanted, something I used to pray for every night.

Yet, as I drive home I feel a horrible panic, a weight on my chest. I tell Heavenly Father never mind and he laughs. I want something different now. I'm sorry.

Are you giving me this opportunity to help me realize what I truly want, so I more fully appreciate it when it happens? Or are you showing me that I always ask for foolish things and you just need me to trust you. "I've got this." He tells me. The weight lifts just a little and I start counting. Just a few more minutes.. 1,2,3 and I'll be home. Once I'm there it will be okay to have a break down... 1,2,3.

"Baby girl, I've got this. Please trust me..."

OK.

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