Dear Father,
Thank you, thank you, thank you for my wonderful performance at church today. It blended so beautifully with the message and the ministry of the service. I also noticed that I didn’t cry, although I had to close my eyes to keep from crying. Whenever I opened them, I saw everyone with their eyes closed, listening so intently, as if they were truly taking in the message. Some were trying to hold back tears, and some were shouting “Amen” from the top of their lungs.
I felt so loved at church because they prepared a feast afterward. There were homemade mashed potatoes, corn, roasted chicken, lemon cake, and lemonade. I don’t really have a sweet tooth, so I only had a bite of the cake, but I was full the entire day.
Dino emailed me back, and we have studio tomorrow. I’m going to spend a lot of time rehearsing so that I can get everything right. I want to strive for greatness in everything I do moving forward.
But back to eating… I’m trying my best not to gain all of my weight back. I find it hard to limit myself, especially when there’s a set time for eating. I tend to want to eat whenever I feel like it.
Father, thank you, thank you, thank you for not allowing me to see any mice or hear them squeak. Today when I reached for a shirt in my drawer, there were mice droppings all over my clothes. I pray they all move back to where they came from. I don’t want to be the hood version of Cinderella—my brother and sister barely acknowledge me, my feet are shrinking, and I’m not about to be singing to mice.
No, I don’t want that lifestyle.
I pray that everything will work out, in Jesus’ name. Please keep me safe and give me a peace that surpasses all understanding. Amen.
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