Date Poem: Saturday, July Fourteenth, Two Thousand And Eighteen
By Stacey
@xstitcher (30284)
Petaluma, California
July 16, 2018 8:36pm CST
Sick, feeling lousy, and
Just don't feel like doing much of anything. Yet,
Father, I
Thank You, because all
Things work together for good for
All those who love You, and
Everything will turn out the way you want it to in the end.
© Stacey Uffelman 7-16-18
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@BearArtistLady (5382)
• United States
17 Jul 18
That is a beautiful poem! I know how you felt and IF I remember right you know how I felt this past weekend. I finally had to take a couple of Bill's pain pills to feel a bit better. I saved half for tomorrow just before the doctor's appointment. I'm hoping that I'll be able to sleep tonight for a change. Last night was a total loss for sleep, but it was God's will and he had lessons for me to learn. Hopefully I will learn them starting with tonight and I will carry them with me through forever! And hopefully that he will protect me from those horrible migraines!
