My God is bigger than all of this.
I just need someone to promise me that mom and I are going to be OK.
God, I have to hand You all my fear — and there’s a truckload behind what I’m giving you with my hands. I trust that You will hand back strength and confidence and ability and a doorknob that turns easily and opens me up to the things I really deserve.
Pray for me, please. And I’m already returning the favor.