The end of day twelve
Not much to say tonight. Tomorrow is our love Feast Sunday with a major potluck. I am slow cooking 15 pounds of pork loin for the church and will eat none of it. Ella made 24 cupcakes and a great looking chocolate cake, too. But none of it will I eat.
It is getting tiresome. I wait for the Lord to hear and answer me and I hope my fast is not in vain.
I guess that is faithless thinking. I have lost a good deal of weight and will wear a suit tomorrow that hasn’t fit me in a long time so I guess there are upsides.
Father God, I ask for your help with the immigrants. Give them the knowledge of you and help them bring back that knowledge of you into this country. Bless us and keep us as we minister to them. Hear me and tell me what you want of my life and bless my church. We need you so badly. I praise you. Amen.
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