Dear God,

     NOT a good week last week.  Very painful and I spent more time down than up.  Everything hurt and it made getting up to do anything difficult.  I’m finding everything hard to keep up with.  Lee helps, bless his big, huge heart, but it still gets overwhelming for me.  I’m watching things I used to do with ease, slip away, and Lee is slowly taking over them.  I’m not mad, just disappointed in myself.  He has to do it, or it doesn’t get done.  I do what I can, and he does the rest.

     I’ve been thinking about my “God roots” lately.  I sort of grew up in the Methodist church, but it went from weekly, to only holidays, then never.  My dad maintained he worked hard al...

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