They found mold in the attic. There's mold because there are holes in the roof. Great right? Just one more thing goes wrong in the life of the Bauman family. I'm not asking for pity or anything. We don't need it, nor would we very kindly receive it. I'm asking for an intervention of sorts. God, please make everything work out better for my family. I'm not there anymore. I can't take care of them. I've gotta do my own stuff. I have to start my life. So where I can't be for them, I ask you to take my place.
I realize that you would be there anyways. I know it's futile asking you to take my place because you should already have a place in my family. But I've met my family and I know that you don't really have a place. Your place has been filled with "worldly" things. I hate to say it but we both know it's true.
I try to pray for my mom but I'm almost starting to think it's a lost cause. She's improved a lot in the last few years. I'm worried she doesn't know you like she used to. I'm worried that she doesn't remember you love her and that you're going to take care of everything. I would remind her but those conversations usually don't end well for me.
God, just take care of them. Take care of the new baby and my nephew. Take care of Brooke, don't let her hit anymore deer on the highway. She thinks you're trying to kill her and you should probably let her know you're not. If you were she wouldn't be here right now. Keep them safe God, no matter what difficulties come their way. Give them comfort in their time of need and just let them know you love them. I would really appreciate it.
Your loving though rarely faithful friend,
Traci
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