In my best southern gal voice: “they make me so angry I could just….spit,” said out loud as I play with a strand of pearls.But instead I send hugs and kisses and blessings and pray for a change. Disappointed, but I’ll let it simmer down before I speak.

 

Prayer: Father, Creator of this my family…YOUR family, give me the patience to frown in earnest.  Give me the strength to not bury my head in the sand, but rather to look at the goings on Lord and name the truths and seek justice.  God work in us.  Amen.