I Say a Little Prayer

Sometimes I morph into Dionne Warwick. I say a little prayer for you. Sometimes, I'm goofy and I even sing it. I figure God could use a little entertainment during all those people begging for help.

My Uncle Ken kept a prayer list of people he prayed for every day. I'm not that organized.

Do you still pray when you get to heaven? Or, do you just tap God on the shoulder and say, "I know you're busy but please pay attention to this one."

I get a little grief when I've avoided church for a while. But make no mistake, I'm still talking to God.

If I know you and love you, I've knelt and asked God to watch over you. Now it's out of my hands.

The moment I wake up ... before I put on my makeup
I say a little prayer for you.

Caregiving

I hope there's a special spot in heaven for people who have been caregivers. I also hope you get to spend some time alone there.

I know people who have and/or still are caring for aging parents. I know people who care for siblings. Unfortunately, I know people who have become caregivers for their ill children. (They deserve the penthouse.)

As an only child, I had my own room and a lot of privacy. I still crave that.