I am ashamed to say that I am counting down the hours until tomorrow. I could make a whole bunch of jokes about it, but I won’t. I’m really sad about it. They (the people that I am raising), fight like cats and dogs. It’s getting to me. I am afraid that their words are sticking to my walls, and covering my windows. In the beginning the WORD was with GOD, and the WORD WAS GOD. I don’t know how to get them to see the magnitude of their words. Their daggers, their rocks, their grenades…their words. I am praying about it, humbly listening, rather than boldy doing. At least for today. Peace? Peace, in word, and in deed. ahhhhh.