Send it to God Saturday
Courtney


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!
Courtney
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