Prayer

I would love prayer.

So we, I and the boy had a tough convo last night... and I would love prayers to keep moving today. My instinct is to just sit in, or hide by going to sleep, but I can't and won't. I had planned today to be a day to focus and go spend time with God and reflect. So I am grabbing some breakfast here at the house and hitting the road to go sit in the same Catholic church where I came to terms with another gentleman. I'll let myself cry this weekend but if I start to wallow now things will never get better... at least that is what I am telling myself. Gosh this sucks.

I need prayers of wisdom. Thankfully I am with someone who has that in abundance. There is a certain irony in that.

Ok off to shower, cook, move, breath, think, pray and pray and pray and journal... but I've got to start moving.

Love you all
nnena