Send it to God Saturday

There are days that are just hard to get through. This is about my 9th in a row.

I hurt.

I've been spending a lot of time 'on my knees' begging for a reprieve.

I don't think I've been spending enough time on my knees.

Today it's Send it to God Saturday. Please feel free to post your prayer requests in the comments of this post all week, and I'll pray about them as I read them. I'll also try to come back several times in the week and pray about them again, and I'd ask that you do the same for me! Can you imagine if everyone who reads this sends these prayers up, what great things can be done?

God is so good.

This week I have a lot of prayer requests, but I'll try to keep them minimal. I am still struggling hard with the Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. Seriously. Ugh.

My parents are being forced to move. My dad is out on the road truck driving right now, and won't be home for 3 weeks. They have 2 weeks to move. This means that my friends and I will basically have to move them. Pray for my sanity. There are a lot of triggers for me to come across while in the process of packing things up. Also pray for my mom, as she's very, very stressed out, and her heart doesn't really need any more stress.

Eric. Liver. Head. Pain. a raise would be nice, but we won't get greedy :)

I love you guys a lot and I'm so thankful to have this avenue of prayer. I'll be praying for you all and feel so privileged to be able to do so. Much love!
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  • I'm a wife. I'm a mom. I'm a photographer. I'm a lover of Jesus. My house is a mess, my kids are dirty, we eat take out more often than not. My life is loud, busy and crazy. And that's okay with me.
    This is Eric, the man you've been praying for. He's a paramedic. He quilts in his spare time. No, I couldn't make that up :) He has NASH (a form of liver disease, non-alcoholic) and diabetes, but those things don't define him. He's a man of God, an insanely wonderful husband, and the best daddy in the world.. Just ask these guys..
    Our daughter Ali, she's 9. She's fiercely opinionated and strong willed. She's a Daddy's girl, but the umbilical cord hasn't but cut from me, either. She's a gymnast, and proud of it. She spends more time upside down or turning flips than she does walking. She's crazy smart, and absolutely sure of it. She is my insufferable little know it all.
    Our son Dylan, 7. We lovingly refer to him as Chubs. Or Chubby. Or fat boy. Ahem. He is all boy, as you can see by his crazy wild energy. He has the highest pain tolerance of any child I have ever met. He plays soccer and does gymnastics, but truly he is a gamer, a nerd. He is an avid reader and loves to climb. Not to be outdone by his sister, he's a drama king, but to him, I'm the best mommy in the world.