A Warning to the Masses

I am the epitome of the spawn of Satan this morning... yesterday... and have been progressing that way through most of last week. It is not like it is my goal. It was like, "POOF," and things instantly turned that way. I do not want this title; and the fact that I am currently sporting around this sash of "Just try me today" makes me even more irritated... because I do not want to be this way. "Sick cycle carousel."

Note:  I am not crazy.

Note:  PMS-ing is a real thing. I have a few years of solid, convicting evidence. Don't believe me? ... Ahem. Remember who I am today? That's right. You nod your head in total agreement and show no signs of disbelief.

Just this morning, there was a truck that decided to ride my tail all of the way from Stennis's north gate to NAVO. The real kicker was turning off of the main road and into NAVO's parking lot. She might have been a yard away from my bumper... maybe. I parked. She parked ahead of me in the handicap parking spaces. I saw her about 20 feet ahead of me, and my first inclination was to yell at her at 0540, "Really, woman?!"

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Pray for me. I am needing a state-of-Texas sized dump truck load of God's love today. I am needing His forgiveness, His compassion, His grace and peace and total trust in Him, and His love-love-love-love-LOVE! It is the only thing that will melt away this evil barricade that has been placed around my heart and mind.

I am needing this. I do not like asking for things, and I am asking which should clue you, the reader, in that this is dire. God is love. I am a Christian; therefore, I should be a follower of Christ, of God.... meaning that I should love. And as stated previously, I am the spawn of Satan (aka Mrs. Anti-love) this morning. Not cool.