No matter what happens, God is on His throne. He cares about each bird that falls, he knows every hair on my head, and I know He will keep us safe.
I remind myself of this as we go through a rough patch. Our next paycheck will be cut in half, and it may be a while until we get another one... I am worried. I am worried sick. We have bills, and mouths to feed. What about Abigail? I promised her a highchair after the 15th...
I'm mad. I'm mad at the government. Here we are, busting our butts and sacrificing for our country. We get paid crap anyway. My husband risks his life for these high-and-mighty men up there arguing over Planned Parenthood. But do they care? Nope. As long as they get their money and things go their way, that's all that matters. Whatever sacrifices other "normal" people have to make, well, that's their own damn problem I guess.
Where's the justice?
There is a God. Somewhere, up there, He is watching all this. And we are in His hands. This is in His hands.
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