It should be simple. But once you've fallen deeper into your pit then ever before the mud starts to sink and your feet are stuck. Especially since I am ready to get out of this pit. Wednesday night as I watched Ramey sing and dance during praise and worship at Kids Krusade made me melt. She was singing her heart out, arms lifted high and eyes closed, singing songs that I make her listen to because they are the same songs I sing in praise and worship. She was so happy she knew all of the words, would run over to me just to tell me "momma! You sing this song too! It's about Jesus!!" then run back to her friends and praise some more. That child, that beautiful creation of God, I can do nothing but sit back in amazement and thank Him for her. No pits for her. If she finds herself falling, I'll catch her before she does. She knows God loves her and how much I love her, how much her family loves her.

Funny. I intended this post to be about my pit but no. It's time go praise what I do have. What I will have. I'll save my negative thoughts for my personal journal.