I started reading “The Power of a Praying Wife” and was so moved by it that I bought “The Power of a Praying Parent” and “The Power of a Praying Husband” for Ron. We saw a tremendous difference in our lives once we really committed to praying faithfully for one another. Lately, we’ve been so busy that we’ve laxed off a bit and we are worse for the wear. I continually stand amazed at what God does with a simple prayer.

I’ve had a rough couple of weeks. I’m finding myself in that sandwich generation where I am having to take care of my aging/ill parents and care for my small children as well. I’m just very overwhelmed with the amount of work that I am undertaking. I feel like I’ve lost all of me. I watched my mother go through this for years. I never dreamed I’d be in her same shoes.

I’ve really been reflecting on some old memories. I guess I’d just like to return to a place where things were secure and fun. Oh, life has its joys now, I’m just really tired. I’m not going through anything that anyone else hasn’t gone through – I just now have a place I can complain about it!

Oh Lord, “restore unto me the joy of my salvation.”

I saw a promo tonight for an upcoming TV show. They said, “A little girl’s parents are getting divorced so, she turns to a higher power for help.” Then, they showed a picture of her “higher power” –it was Santa Claus. Now, I love Santa Claus just as much as the next person, but a “higher power?” I rubs me the way that it did when Colin Powell referred to “Allah” as “an” Almighty. “Higher Power” bothers me anyway. Why are we so afraid of God? And why does Jesus terrify America? All of JB’s cartoons are politically correct. All the characters celebrate Kwanza and Chanukah and Christmas. The only problem is they only show Christmas as Santa Claus and materialism. Why not show Jesus? I think it is because He is the truth and if we see and admit that then, we might have some changing to do. How have we become so arrogant? I respect people so much when they have a teachable spirit. That is one thing that I continually pray for my boys. Someone once said to me, “Isn’t God just a crutch?” I answered, “No. He’s a strecher.” I think I’d heard that arguement before and thought that was a wise answer. Now, I see that everyone has a “crutch.” For some, its alcohol, sports, food, ego, stuff. I’d much rather have God as my crutch than something that will only fail me. And why can’t I continually remember that? I find myself turning to other things for help, comfort, security. The help only comes when I turn to THE Almighty.