I lack faith. The wind blows, and I'm looking around for a savior.
I wrote a note for my pocket:
The problem is I need someone to pray to right now.
I wish I could borrow yours.
Brian and I were having a bicker. Fighting bitterly over something momentarily really important, next moment non-existent.
Ramona interrupts, babbling sweetly, "mama, mama, look Buddha".
No kidding. She points to the Buddha on my bedside table and draws my attention to it.
Sheesh, girl, I get it.