It may look like I’m surrounded, but I’m surrounded by You.

Priscilla Shirer, in God is Able, taught about how to connect our circumstances to You, God. She explained that abundant life is not always reaching for our “it.” She gave examples of if we get married, if we lose the weight, if we graduate, if we move on from the past, if we get the job, if we pay off the car, all those things we’re looking for later. She wrote: “but it turns out, abundant life is not something you experience when there are no impossible situations to deal with. Abundant life is what Jesus offers and His Spirit enables during the times when you’re right in the middle of them. It’s meant to be experienced when all is wrong around you while all is simultaneously, inexplicably, very right within you. It’s the smile that creeps to the corners of your lips when God fills your heart with a peace that runs contrary to your reality.”

October kinda de-railed my good habits going on, at such a pace that I missed it until it was gone… And if I’m being real honest, it started in September. So, here is my list of things that need to be re-connected to You:

  • my finances
  • my quiet time
  • my ability to cope with change
  • the rock that just cracked my windshield
  • my family devotions

I could sit here and count all the mess I’ve made. But if I’m gonna do that, I need to also count the things in my life going very, very good.

  • my life group, my church family
  • my responsibilities and serving my church
  • my Titus 2 women, the women shepherding me and praying for me
  • praying for my sheep, my flock
  • my christmas stocking donations

Adding a foster kid to my routine completely changed everything. It may look like I am surrounded by: doctor visits, school registration, homework, counseling, horse lessons, case workers, social workers, medicaid and so much more. And best of all, I added a joyful, always laughing teenager to my life. I am surrounded by You, God. I am surrounded by beautiful life giving moments and people. I do not have it all together, by any stretch of the word, but my God, thank You, I have everything I need and more.

So, this is my prayer. Thank you for abundant life. Thank you for life giving people and moments. Thank you for reminders of your grace. Thank you for your promises. Thank you for your never ending love. Thank you for chasing me even when I try to run away. Thank you for making me better than I was. Thank you for not leaving me the way I was. Thank you for those precious Titus 2 women in my life and all their love and service. Thank you for opportunities to be a Titus 2 woman to others. And as always I pray for my family and sorority sisters. I pray for my university. I pray for guidance for our government, church, and school leaders. I pray for protection for our troops. I pray for all of those that need you now and for those that haven’t met you yet. In Jesus’ name, Amen.

Use my hands use my feet to make Your kingdom come.

My heart was heavy this week. Lord, I prayed for you to break my heart for what breaks Yours. I prayed for You to open my eyes to those around me that need You. I can’t not see it now.

I see the man who asked for me to buy him a sandwich outside the Chick-Fil-A and again the next day when I saw him again.

I see it every time these kids reach out to me after they’ve run away. My heart is aching for them. I want to stand in the gap and help, but I’m not sure that I can legally do or even what to do. I want to be the connection that points them to You. When everyone else says no, I want to be the one that says yes, I’ll help. I don’t want to sit around doing nothing. I want to be always moving and guiding and pointing to You. I don’t want to give up on them, even when everyone else does. I don’t know what this looks like right now, but I know You are stirring something in my heart.

And Father, it’s November, so our birthday is coming and I am missing my friend, something fierce. If it’s not too much to ask, could You give him a hug from me? Father, I know he’s with You, I just miss him. Thank You for taking care of him. Thank You for the time I had with him. Thank You for writing a glorious story of Your love with his life.

Galatians 3: 28 says There is neither Jew nor Greek, slave nor free, male nor female, for you are all one in Christ Jesus. Abba, my friend is Yours. I am Yours. And these kids are Yours. You never left us. None of us. You have been with each of us, this whole time. We just have to call out to You. You are faithful, even when we are not, even when we are lost and afraid. You always keep Your promises and You are always trustworthy. Father guide these kids home to You.

So, here is my prayer today. I pray I hold onto those around me a little tighter. I pray I hug a little longer. I pray I make a few more calls and meet up for coffee a few more times. I pray I walk a little slower and talk a little more. I pray I love a little louder. I pray that I give a little more. I pray I spend a little more time with you. I pray I keep seeking your heart. Father, this life is a mystery and sometimes it drags on and on, while other times it’s over in the blink of an eye. Lord, I pray I make this life count. I pray that I spend my life building your kingdom. I pray my heart never stops breaking for these kids. I pray that I move where you want me to. I pray I do more. I pray I point to you more. I pray I follow you. I pray I give all of myself to you. Abba, I pray I remember this isn’t about me and I can’t do it all and I can’t save anyone, only you can. Father, that’s what I’m asking for: save these kids. Do what I can’t. Send me where I can and show me the way. Lord, I prayed for you to interrupt my life and you changed it’s entire direction. Thank you for giving me more than I could even imagine. Help me to stay focused on you. Father, grab a hold of their hearts and don’t let go. Thank you for chasing them with gentle grace, the way you chased me. And as always I pray for my family and sorority sisters. I pray for my university. I pray for guidance for our government, church, and school leaders. I pray for protection for our troops. I pray for all of those that need you now and for those that haven’t met you yet. In Jesus’ name, Amen.

You love the little children, now I know You love me too.

Wednesday, I enrolled my foster kid into school. I walked in there and there was a mom who was livid from waiting. Grumbling and complaining because she was late for work. I could relate, I smiled and sat there quietly. Lord, I am trying to bring You with me. I am trying to remember You taught me to be patient. That WWJD bracelet they gave us in the 90’s rocked ya girl’s world. When she later stormed out and said she would be back tomorrow, I smiled again. Fussing ain’t gonna move anything any faster. It’ll only rile that frustrated mama up more and it’ll stress the lady working in the office out more.

After our turn was finished, we filled out all the paperwork, we were approved by the school board, got our locker and class schedule, I went to get an oil change since my day was halfway over. It started to pour rain. I called when I arrived. They said just pull up to the gate and we’ll get you taken care of. I waited outside for twenty plus minutes and called again. Again, I remembered WWJD. This time they opened the gate and took my keys. I smiled, said thank you and went inside where I was greeted by two different groups of people waiting who grumbled and complained about how I better get comfortable because it’s gonna be a while. I smiled at them and went about my business.

Almost an hour later, my car was ready. It took another 15 minutes to get my keys back. I sat, I smiled, I waited. I went through the pouring rain to my car and opened the door. And right there on the driver seat’s was a big black greasy hand print. On my 2018 brand new, hardddd earned car. I shut my mouth, and sat down. WWJD? right. Yelling would not make that hand print disappear. A little bit of Dawn would though.

This morning I drove my foster kid to the bus stop. She started putting her nose on the window and rubbing her fingers in the frost, just a laughing. I heard my dad’s voice in my head saying: “get your hands of my window, you’re leaving dirty fingerprints!” I near about burst laughing. They are only kids for a precious, little while. I’m enjoying the innocence and joyful heart for as long as I can. I can spray some Windex on the window later, that’s what Windex is for: messy kid hands. Right now we’re sipping hot chocolate and making up a song about being cold: I can’t feel my toes when it’s cold outside…

There is going to be Dr. Pepper spilled on the monopoly board and the pieces will wind up missing. There is going to be hot chocolate spilled in the backseat. There is going to be a candy wrapper in the cup holder. There is going to be towels on the floor. There is going to be tardiness. There is going to be shoes tripped on. There is going to be glitter slime leaving residue. And that was all just the first week.

I know that paint on the carpet, nail polish on the table, and sooo much more is coming. But those are all signs of life. And she is going to talk all through the Service at Church and ask 150 questions. I ain’t worried about messes because I’ll be right there with grace to help clean it up and show her how to move forward. I ain’t worried about questions because I got answers and I’ll be right there reminding her for 85th time to say please and thank-you. And I’m coming with Dawn, Lysol wipes, Tide, and Jesus.

I’ll just turn on Miranda Lambert and sing: “It’ll all come out, all come out in the wash. Every little stain, every little heartbreak, no matter how messy it got.” If I act a fool for all these little things, when the big messes happen, she’ll be too scared to come to me. If I act a fool, she’ll repeat my foolish behavior. If I act a fool, I miss the freezing cold waiting on the bus laughter and it turns to yelling that’ll ruin a whole day, if we let it. Everything will get cleaned up, stains will come out-or they won’t. Either way it’ll be ok.

I am Heaven-bound, that greasy hand print or spilled drink don’t matter to a hill of beans in Heaven. I know I’m in that honeymoon phase of fostering and trouble is always a-brewing. But we will worry about trouble when it comes. Ain’t no sense in the pre-worry. I had plenty of foster mom fails already. Like not bringing gloves on Halloween for pink and purple fingers. There’s grace for all that too. Right now, we’re singing and dancing and learning how to feel safe again.

So, this is my prayer. Thank you for miracles only you can provide. Thank you for laughter and joy and safety. Thank you for teaching me and preparing me for this. Thank you for moving mountains and parting seas. Thank you for rainbows and sunshine after the rain. Thank you for Titus 2 women leading me. Thank you for grace and forgiveness when I don’t look for the way out that you provided. Thank you for cleaning up my messes and showing me a different way. Thank you for courage to move forward and try again. And as always I pray for my family and sorority sisters. I pray for my university. I pray for guidance for our government, church, and school leaders. I pray for protection for our troops. I pray for all of those that need you now and for those that haven’t met you yet. In Jesus’ name, Amen.

To be a part of Your Kingdom rising, oh.

Almost a year ago, I started praying about fostering this kid. I was working at a group home for teenagers and let’s be real, I wanted to take them all home, but I knew I couldn’t. I knew I was doing exactly what You wanted me to do for right then. That job taught me so much and I felt like I had a real purpose there. I had an amazing group of coworkers and the work was so rewarding! It wasn’t work, it was ministry. I was pulling up chairs to the table. Now I wanted to put my yes on the table.

I had a million excuses for why not to foster. I was 26, single, working way too much, for way too little, still living with my family. Then the house parents who trained me got new jobs and I was leading that house and I was feeling a major dose of “mom mode.” I went from feeling like an Aunt who helps out, to feeling like an actual mom. I was already feeling the need for more responsibility and I think running the house for a minute by myself, kinda pushed me over the edge. This kid moved in and I saw sooo much of myself in her and thought I could help more.

So, I asked to be her visiting resource, set up weekly visits and I started applying for jobs. I took the first thing I got without taking a pay-cut. I knew I would be losing my overtime, so I couldn’t afford to take less. I quit a job I loved. I wasn’t happy about leaving, but I knew You were answering my prayers. I learned a lot there and met some great people. I started filling out mortgage and housing applications and searching for a place to live. I took the foster parent classes. I did all the paperwork. I got the physical. I got the dog vaccinations updated. I did the fingerprinting. My whole Church was praying and looking for places for me to move to. I prayed and prayed for a house. Nothing. I decided my prayers weren’t specific enough and I wasn’t praying bold enough. I wasn’t asking for what I needed. I started praying for a four bedroom, two baths home. Right after that, my friend from Church called me saying I’m standing in your house. I called the number she gave me and sure enough, it was exactly what I had been praying for.

Then I got another job, with better pay, full benefits, and would work with the hours I needed to be home in the afternoon after school. Another answered prayer. But the house wasn’t ready yet. So, I waited some more. And some more. August came and I finally got to see the house, but it still wasn’t ready to move into, so I waited again. Lord, You already know because You orchestrated it all but let me tell You what, the walls were painted yellow, my favorite color. You planned the whole thing. I was blessed beyond measure. Now it was time to move. I spent a month unpacking, shopping, and well nesting.

I got everything ready, showed the kid what would be her room, and prayedddd she liked it. She stayed one night before going on a church retreat with me. Then we scheduled the pre-placement weekend pass. Then I got a phone call. She did not want to stay with me anymore. She told me when this process started that she would push me away, no matter how much she wanted it, that she would test me. I knew exactly what I was getting into. I knew it would be hard, but I also knew it would be worth it. Ya girl had no idea just how hard it would actually be and just how much it would test and push allllll the boundaries. I was challenged in alllll the ways, and I came out so much stronger on the other side.

God, You have been so good to me. Through every battle You’ve shown me the way to a better relationship with You. Over the days spent with her I got to really know her. She is really funny. I feel as if she is my own kid. She is full of sunshine and her laugh is infectious. It was really hard losing her. Relationships are hard and messy. Especially when you have trauma and a million reasons why not to trust. Do I regret it? Not for one second. Did it work out in the happily ever after I wanted? Not at all. Would I do it all over again? You betcha. I have a new placement moving in on Tuesday. Because You, my almighty Father, You take my good intentions and turn them into actual mountain moving miracles. I am a foster mama now, hear me roar.

On the way home from church, choose to love started playing on the radio, and of course ya girl cried.

So here is my prayer. Father, I needed you and you were there. Thank you. Thank you for taking me on this journey. Thank you for encouraging me not to give up. Thank you for teaching me so so much. Thank you for holding me through every step of the process. Thank you for your will. Thank you for leading me through obedience to your will. Thank you for the joy and even the messy bits for what they taught me. Forgive me for the mistakes I made along the way. Thank you for the time I had with her. I pray for her, that she knows she’s yours and that she is loved. I pray that they see you through me. I pray I only point them to you. Thank you for allowing me to continue being a foster mom. Thank you for letting me have a small part in your kingdom rising. Thank you for teaching my how to pull chairs up to the table. Thank you for teaching me how to put my yes on the table. Thank you for teaching me not to listen to fear. Thank you for teaching me that love is a risk. Thank you for teaching me to love anyways. I can’t wait to see what you are gonna teach me next, Father. And as always I pray for my family and sorority sisters. I pray for my university. I pray for guidance for our government, church, and school leaders. I pray for protection for our troops. I pray for all of those that need you now and for those that haven’t met you yet. In Jesus’ name, Amen.

So, I’ll speak Your name.

I think that the Church is the body of believers, not only the building we stand in. It’s fluid and moving. It’s not brick and stone. I think as believers and as the church we are supposed to show Christ’s love because he first loved us. Mark 12:30-31 says Love the Lord, your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind and with all your strength. The second is this: love your neighbor as yourself. There is no greater commandment than these.

Sometimes we make mistakes and because of that love, God shows us the love of a father. His love not only brings us peace and joy, but rights our wrongs. He comes to us from a place of love and understanding. He loves us too much to leave us the way we are. He loves us too much to let us sit in our sin, He wants to meet us out in the mess and bring us home, clean us, and send us back out to bring more lost home.

Lord, You showed me that in pieces. You broke down the Gospel and lived it in me so I could understand it on a personal level.

I’ve been reading this how to be a mom book since I’m about to be a foster mom. There’s been like two or three stories about these outside influences on her kids and how she wants to separate them from impacting her kids and protect them from being influenced by the other people. And while obviously I don’t have all of the story and don’t know anything about the people involved. The stories kinda left me discouraged. Because as much as I want to protect my kids from all the bad in the world. I don’t think that is something I want to be held accountable for, because it is just simply not something I am capable of. And I don’t think it’s good for them either. And it kinda left me thinking, well who is protecting that kid?

I know there are some ways I can teach them by protecting like don’t touch the stove when it’s hot, look both ways before crossing the street or railroad tracks. But there are ways they can learn through experience too. Instead of shielding them from the kid next door who is going through a rough time, love that kid too. Maybe we should stand in the gap for that kid too. Yes, it is harder. Yes, my kids might (naw, scratch that, my kids WILL) pick up their bad habits too (just like my perfect little kids probs will influence some other “good” kid). I think that is something that can be taught through. I mean, I had siblings, obviously I’m the only good kid and any bad habits I have were picked up from them. You know 1 Corinthians 15:33 says bad company corrupts good morals and all.

I believe friends should be chosen wisely and who I am surrounded by will determine where I go. But I also believe that loving the kid next door with the messy life is important. It teaches the kid to be the church, not just go to church. I am not You, God, but I can strive to be like You. Next time, I see my kid catching the same bad attitude as their friend they brought home, I can ask that tried and true, WWJD. Instead of sending the neighbor kid home so I can parent my kid on her bad attitude, I can break out the afternoon snacks on the counter, sit them both down and teach them both. I can ask about both of their days. I can open my doors and my heart to more than just my kid. I can stand in the gap. I got more than enough love to go around and I know where to go to fill up my cup.

Instead of praying for my kid to find new perfect friends (because those are totes a thing and totes exist), maybe I can pray my kid will be a good friend. Instead of praying for that kid to go away, maybe I can pray for that kid. I think if we avoided every person with a messy life, we wouldn’t have anybody left, including the person looking back at us in the mirror. Life would be awful lonely and You created us for community. We’ve got to stop creating our own little secluded worlds and start loving the people around us. If we want love, we have to be love. If we want good friends, we have to be one. If we want nice neighbors, we have to be one.

Romans 12:9 says Be devoted to one another in brotherly love. Outdo yourselves in honoring one another.

So, this is my prayer today. I believe who you say you are and I can see the goodness of your heart. I pray that your goodness can be seen through my actions. Thank you so much for the goodness you have shown me. Thank you so much for your word and allowing me to get to know who you are and your character. Thank you for teaching me to stand in the gap and allowing me to see those opportunities to minister. Thank you for teaching me when to protect my kids and when to push them a little. Thank you for teaching me forgiveness and grace. Lord, I pray I speak your name above all names. I pray when things get dark, I speak your name. I pray when things are super good and light, I speak your name. I pray when the neighbor kid with a messy life comes over, I speak your name. I pray when my life is the messy one, I speak your name. I pray when I’m at the grocery store, I speak your name. I pray when I’m waiting on a table for 45 minutes when I called ahead, I speak your name. I pray when someone cuts me off in traffic when I’m already late, I speak your name. I pray when I am blessed with a million dollars, I speak your name. I pray when I lose everything I have, I speak your name. I pray when sickness doesn’t get better, I speak your name. I pray when all the pain is healed, I speak your name. I pray I speak your name with every moment of my life. I pray I am calling out to you every second and calling others to you. And as always I pray for my family and sorority sisters. I pray for my university. I pray for guidance for our government, church, and school leaders. I pray for protection for our troops. I pray for all of those that need you now and for those that haven’t met you yet. In Jesus’ name, Amen.

It’s, why God, I cling to Your love and hold on for dear life.

I started this blog, because my heart was asking one simply complicated question: Why? I knew You had the answer. I mean You are the creator of the universe. Sustainer of life. King of Heaven and earth. You designed all of this. You are the master of time and space. I mean that’s what they taught me in Sunday School so it must be true right?

Until I started asking that question, my faith was based solely on what others had told me about You. Until I started asking that question, I did not know who You were.

I had heard all the stories, memorized lots and lots of verses. I even felt Your presence, Your calling, Your guiding. But I still did not know Your character.

I was too busy looking at my own life, at who I was and wanted to be. It wasn’t until I was staring at what I lost that I stopped looking at me. Then I became consumed with why’s.

So, I did what any good Christian girl is supposed to do, I went to church. I thought I was going to a building, but what I found was a group of ladies that impacted my life, probably more than they will ever know. They taught me how to be the church.

It’s more than those weekly community service hours. It’s more than one of those famous church casseroles. It’s more than worship for an hour on Sunday. It’s more than listening to KLove on the way home from work. It’s more than memorizing verses.

Those are all good things, and I did all of those things even before I knew Your character. It’s not about what I am doing, it’s all goes back to that why question. Why am I doing these things? Why are You not snapping Your finger and fixing this?

We have this desire to know You, deep inside of us, even if we don’t admit it. But when things went haywire, it wasn’t a want to know anymore, it was a need. I needed The Father. I needed Abba.

I think I met you in parts, in order to know You fully. As as kid, I met Jesus, Your Son, the Savior. Then in second grade, I invited the Holy Spirit to come live in me and I got to know that side of You. Somehow the same year I was being sexually abused, is the same year that I called out to You and invited You into my heart. That is not a coincidence. You were there with me, holding me. Then in college, I met The Father, while I grieved. And again, You held me.

Now, I’m walking with You and talking with You. And You’re still holding me, You always have been. I have this personal relationship with You. You have been teaching me things and building upon those lessons, my whole life. It’s like a never ending game of Tetris. You put Your messages into my heart and I apply them to my life. Block by block, line by line. The way You designed things and connected things, literally leaves me in awe sometimes.

In Bible study on Tuesday, we learned how You connected our pain, our sin to Your promises. Then Wednesday, we read in Ezekiel how You breathed life into dry bones. As I was reading about how You commanded the wind, I remembered these lyrics: “If the wind goes where You send it, so will I.”

Today, during lunch, I watched an episode of 911, because they are about to expire off Hulu on Monday so I was trying to catch up. It was the flashback episode to why one of the firefighters became a firefighter. And what does his story deal with? Grief. At the end of the episode, this other firefighter is talking and tells him to: “hand it off.” It started as a chore hand it off. Then he explains how to take care of others, we also have to take care of ourselves, and how sometimes we have to hand things off to someone else. He told him to let go of his ego. He gave this super great speech, then said: “go give care.”

It’s my job to hand it off to You and go give care. That is how I become the church.

So, that is my prayer today. Thank you for reminding me to hand it off to you. You, my almighty father, can handle whatever it is. You can carry my weight, my pain, my sickness, my burdens, my sin, my grief, my abuse, my guilt, my shame, my weakness, all of it. You already carried it on the cross. Lord, forgive me for keeping my hands on it, and letting my ego get in the way and trying to control it all myself. Your ways are higher and I know who you are. I trust you, father. Thank you for showing me your heart. Thank you for letting me see deeper than the surface. “And as You speak, A hundred billion failures disappear, Where You lost Your life so I could find it here. If You left the grave behind You so will I. I can see Your heart in everything You’ve done, Every part designed in a work of art called love. If You gladly chose surrender so will I. I can see Your heart, Eight billion different ways. Every precious one, A child You died to save. If You gave Your life to love them so will I.” Father, that is why I want to be a foster parent, to lay down my life for you, to hand it off to you and go give care. And as always I pray for my family and sorority sisters. I pray for my university. I pray for guidance for our government, church, and school leaders. I pray for protection for our troops. I pray for all of those that need you now and for those that haven’t met you yet. In Jesus’ name, Amen.

You’re making a way out of no way, My provider.

I get these daily teen/youth devotions emailed to me. I signed up for them when I was working with youth. Now they just sit in my inbox. Today, I made a new folder and was going to move them into it, to save them. But since I’m fasting and praying, in preparation for the move, I decided to read them as I transfer them over.

The one that caught me was one I’ve heard 100 times, but the Holy Spirit has me good today, so I realllllyyyy learned what it meant today. Thank you Lord, for teaching me. So 1 John 4:19 says: We love each other because he loved us first. I always knew it meant to love others, but I didn’t realize the power in the verse until today.

The devotion said: “so when you have those moments when you struggle loving someone who is less than lovable, realize that you’ve got the power to do it because God loved you first.” As I am moving closer and closer to becoming a foster parent, I am learning sooo much. I’m learning that kids do some pretty unlovable stuff sometimes. It’s different recognizing that as someone who is about to be parenting versus being the kid yourself.

Kids are so smart and so capable. Sometimes, they get themselves into situations much bigger than they can handle though. Then they react in fear and insecurity and from places of pride. Been there, stayed too long. I get it from the kid point, I remember those days. From a parenting point, I just want to put a protective bubble around the kid and keep all the bad stuff away. Then I remember bad will still get into the bubble because there’s a flawed human being in that bubble. We live in a fallen world. We’re all sinners. We can sit around hiding from the bad like Adam and Eve in the bushes. Even still, God, You see past the shame and any bush we hide behind. You call out to us, You call us home. We are strangers to this world. We’re just traveling here. And I am one tacky tourist, Jesus freak, foster mom here. You love us too much to leave us where we are. Just like You loved me too much to leave me in all my mess. You loved me when I was moreeee than a little bit unlovable.

You taught me to respond, instead of react. You taught me that I don’t control anyone else, only me. I tried to pass that on and teach that to the kids I’ve worked with. Sometimes, they learn from what I’ve taught, sometimes they learn the hard way through experience like I did, sometimes they push any teaching away. All I can do is love them. I am not You. I cannot be You. I would be absolutely terrible and self-serving if I had Your job and Your power. I do have the power to make choices to be like You and let others see You in me. You left the 99 to rescue me, now I’m trying to follow You.

Loving the kid is the easy part. It’s the worrying and wanting to protect them from everything, including themselves, that is the hard part. But You didn’t call me to act in fear, anymore than You called that kid to react in insecurity. “You’re still healing.”

So, here is my prayer. Father, thank you for stepping into the gaps and protecting me, even from myself. Thank you for filling the gaps with love and grace. Thank you for showing me the way out of the darkness and into the light. Thank you for teaching me and allowing me to teach others. Thank you for earlier lessons that expand and grow. Thank you for rescuing me over and over and over. Thank you for never giving up on me. Thank you for calling me home, every single time I run away. Thank you for giving me the hope of Heaven. Thank you for providing everything for me. Thank you for preparing a way for me. Thank you for bringing things to the light so that help can be given. And as always I pray for my family and sorority sisters. I pray for my university. I pray for guidance for our government, church, and school leaders. I pray for protection for our troops. I pray for all of those that need you now and for those that haven’t met you yet. In Jesus’ name, Amen.