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.