And so they stuck again. They broke into my car, parked in our driveway and stole the radio and my U2 cd.
We went out for the afternoon t visit Natalie's family. I came back home to get ready for church, at which I had to lead Communion. Needless to say, I did not feel like Communion very much, but in participating felt a close kinship with those who at least strive to live a godly life.
"Forgive us our trespasses..."
Oh, Lord, it's difficult. But I'll try.