The post read, “If you love America, stop criticizing the President and start praying for him.”

• Pollution is less and millions of people are out of work.
• We are told the cure could be worse than the disease.
• Don’t be afraid but don’t touch anyone.
• The beautiful quiet screams away my peace of mind.
• I love my home and can’t wait to be free of it.
• This all feels very new until I remember, “It was the best of times; it was the worst of times.”
• We are one nation (whether or not under God), un-united.
• Mom’s grandchildren are FaceTiming with her more often and she feels more lonely.
• No one knows the troubles I’ve seen and I am very, very lucky.
• I sympathize with my father’s frustration and hate his violence.
• I have fewer obligations and more expectations.
• The media loves bad news and this is more than media hype.
• Hope is essential and false hope is fatal.
• That malaria drug has shown some effect and no effect.
• We are social distancing and we are not doing it enough.
• I love my son and I am furiously disgusted with him.
• I care more about Notre Dame burning last year than churches closing this year.
• I love writing and too often dislike what I write.
• My old woman’s body refuses to respond quickly to my young passion for my new husband.
• I criticize the President and I pray for him.

Shout Hosanna and Crucify Him.

I believe. Help thou my unbelief.