Dear Lord,
Today I've had enough.
My plate was already full.
Too full.
I'm really tired.
Really really tired.
I didn't need the truck to stall on me.
(especially in 15 degree weather)
and
(especially in 15 degree weather)
and
(I've got alot of other pressures)
Leaving me sitting in the science class parking lot.
I really don't want to spend money
On fixing the truck
When I'm spending money on fixing Samuel.
The budget is tight.
But, you already know that.
Even though I'm tired
And my plate is full
I'm still going to praise you.
Even though it hurts.
Because no matter what you are good.
I am reminded of your beauty
when I see the hardness in this world.
You are light.
And you are hope.
It's hard to praise when one's heart aches.
Yet, I know you saved my Samuel.
You have plans for me.
For my family.
You will provide abundantly.
I am your child.
You know me, you know my family
So with tear stained and tired cheeks
I praise you.
I lift my weary hands
And thank you.
Even in the midst of this.
