He is showing up much too much lately. I’m severely armored, breast-plate and all, steel bat at the ready, but that guy keeps taunting me. My head’s been in my Bible more so than not. When things get like this, something BIG and BAD is bound to happen. “I don’t like that guy, at all.”
The oldest boy sent me a text message, the one whom I’ve been thoroughly disappointed? He’s getting his mind together, checked on me the other day to tell me how sorry he was that he slipped up again. He knew I was not a happy camper with him. But that text message, his words, the “Sis, I am so sorry. I do not want to be a statistic anymore. Imma get my act together. I mean that, Sis" came when the flood waters rushed in and I could not be mad anymore.
Thank you, Kate. Ooh, I talked my friend into sticking with her writing venture, now I’m off the hook. I don’t have to replace her. That is all. ❤