Ever have one of those stretches where you just can’t shake that black cloud that’s over you?
Well, I’ve been here, not writing, but looking over my shoulder at dark clouds. I know: into each life some rain must fall.
Our neighbors are building a new house next door. I can’t fault them: we did the same thing. The difference is that we are living here full-time while their construction is going on.We see what’s being done, and the project manager assured me that if something goes wrong, they will fix it immediately. I said to him, I don’t WANT you to have to fix it: I’d like you to do it right the first time.
This is only one of the stretches that we are going through, but it’s enough to give you an idea.
Any prayers or good karma you can move our way, we’d appreciate it.