Just When I Thought We Were Enjoying the Week...
Let me say this first...THANK YOU GOD!
O.k...I have pretty much hung out at my son's place this week, while dad/prom date is in town. This morning, at around 3:00, my son arrived home after singing back-up for one of his friends. I opened my eyes to see both him and his wife coming into the front door - figured they had snuck out to chill.
But then this morning, just as I was heading to my doctor's appointment, my daughter-in-law calls me, says to me, "Ma, can you just pray...We didn't want to wake you and Daddy up last night, but...Daniel was carjacked last night!!!" Those words shocked the HELL outta me...I asked her to repeat it...she did...and then told me the details that two idiots forced him out of the car, told him to run...and then shot a gun - but not at him.
My son is o.k. physically, but mentally - it's an entirely different story. His mom is NOT o.k., been sick at the stomach and I have had a headache ever since. The irony of this is that on Monday, the day before his big singing debut, he came into the living room and announced that he was going out - couldn't sleep - so he was going out to work on his music for the show. I pleaded with him to not go...I had a premonition of something bad happening to him...he insisted on going...but, along with his dad's coaxing, he relented and said, "o.k., I'll stay." He then went to his room...and fell off to sleep.
I have so much anger built up right now - anger, because our own brothers and sisters don't cherish life nor do they give a flying hell about the fact that people work hard for their things, only for them to brutally snatch it away.
Please keep my son in your prayers...he definitely needs his spirits lifted...and, I ask you to pray for me and his wife, Tasha as well.
Peace...




Something I know all too well. And folks wonder why I have difficulties trusting my own. Let me stop...I'm getting mad about Rob and what happened to your son.
Donna, I will keep you and yours lifted in prayer.
Thanks, Juanita...I appreciate your prayers.



