Five sons, none yet fed.
My sickness, not abated.
My face, allergen flared, flaming.
My hair, wild and tangled.
In short, this would not be
My choice
To show the world
What a family of Jesus-followers
Looks like.
Husband in the ER,
Texts not working.
But as noon approaches,
We must eat.
Try to get Chipotle:
New store not quite open.
I know of no other options
For actual food
On this side of the city.
“In my distress I cried out
To the LORD
And he answered me.”
A smoothie shop across the street
Sated our hunger and
Helped us survive another hour.
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