Life is hitting us hard. Phil hates his job. I hate dealing with a moody bullying kid and I hate dealing with daily crap. I wish I could just fix it all but I know that’s not my job. It’s God’s. How come he seems so far off right now? I am so tired. Phil is tired. How long can we go on under this stress? How long can he work at that job before his body shuts down completely? I wish the Lord would move a little faster here. If you read this, I would appreciate a note saying that you are praying for us. We could really use it now. Thanks.
