This news stuns me.
Just last night it became final that we'll have to rescue Brooke all on our own. Shouldn't I be strapping on armor today?
Slowly I take the egg carton out and manage to break a couple open without missing the pan.
Help me today, Lord, I pray suddenly. And help me with planning. I -
Sudden fear chokes even my brain. I wait until it diffuses slightly.
Eric and Priscilla are counting on me. Help me not to let them down.
In Jesus' name, amen.
I flip over the eggs so they can cook on the other side.
Standing there at the stove, something occurs to me. Can you hear me when I'm praying? I ask the alder tree.
No, it replies.
I smile. Not sure I could even explain why.
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