Yes. It was a pity party. So I took my coffee outside and cried but you couldn’t really tell because it was raining so hard it all just blended together. Terrible things ran through my mind, thoughts that shouldn’t be running around in there. Trying to stop the thoughts was like trying to ride one of those raindrops.
And I felt some of my faith slip down off of my with the rain.
And He cares so wonderfully for flowers that are here today and thrown into the fire tomorrow, he will certainly care for me.
Why do I have so little faith?
* * *
Next week’s prompt is: DAINTY