saying a prayer...

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I am not religious... enough. I say my prayers, I talk to God. I say prayers in my head and wish or pray for good thing for others and myself.
I spend a majority of my day thinking about everyone in my life. Jack being sick the last few days, not eating fevers, cranky. I ask God to help him and get him better soon. I am asking alot for my nephew Danny now that we know he will definately be going to the Marines. His potential holdup was history of Asthma, turns out after testing and function tests he is well enough to go to basic training. So I ask God to watch over him and my sister in law and brother to ease their minds and watch over the family.
The people on Blogger that have suffering, my friend who has run into serious financial problems, a friend with a sick daughter having tests done and unknown outcomes I pray for them. I should be giving something back, right? That is why people go to church to praise God. Give back to God and thank Him for their "good stuff".
I need to give back, I guess-- more. I thank Him and try to do the right things but I need to start going to church. I am not really considered a Catholic anymore since I am divorced and my marriage was not annulled, I am not stuck to Catholicism. I am going to begin my search for a new church. I saw a church that has sign out front advertising traditional services on Sunday and on Saturday night they have a band. A band. in church. How cool would that be. Either way I think I should begin the Sunday church routine, not just for the ritual but for the weekly Thank You.
An official kneel down and commit an hour to the "take care of us, and Thank You God"
I have a ttached a photo of spring flowers. I imagine them as a bouquet to friends reading today. If I know oyou are reading, they are for you. If I dont know you are reading they are for you too.

A quick song for my children. I wish this for my babies, I would take every tear for them but if I did that they wouldnt get "IT"
The "IT" of Love, joy, friendship, courage, and knowing their Momma loved them every minute they existed.

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