I'm having a hard time writing bc my thumb is bandaged from a damn razor that is an Iscariot type.
I'm so poor right now. Perhaps the most poor I'll ever be. Financially.
I've got a beautiful pregnant wife. I've got a lovely sick daughter. And yet I feel rich beyond measure.
God, have mercy on my soul. I'm a sinful man. You love me despite my imperfection. You claim to love because of my imperfections.
I believe you.
Keep me O' Lord.
Show me how I can show you.
Amen.
