I’m not the most religious person but I believe in a private relationship (I don’t preach) between The Big Guy and I.
Things haven’t gone my way for quite sometime now and I am finding it hard to keep faith. I feel like He blesses everyone but me; my prayers have fallen on deaf ear. The sister has advised that I should pray for faith. And that everything will happen on His time.
Guess I am off to practice “Let God”. In the meantime I should take heart in being afforded the time to bond with bubba (thank you Mr. P) and to further Pilates.
Here’s what little missy narcissist-vain-pot gets up to:
Just squeezing in another pic: