Dearest Friend~
Today was pretty good.I had some lovely bonding moments with my coworkers when the phones went down. And then came tonight. I went upstairs to write, and then was asked to hold the baby. Then that apparently ruined my evening. I misconstrued everything said, snapped at people, and cried a gallon of tears for, looking back, no reason. why do you bother with me, God? I'm a perfect image of what good daughter shouldn't be, but you love me anyway. And help me through it. Please help me to be thankful for You as you master the servant's heart that I feel sure resides somewhere deep inside me.
Not nearly enough love from,
Moriah
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