I've gotten myself into a financial/legal pickle thanks to my younger, stupid self,* which means that I have a lawyer now. Oh, my temp job is over, so it's really a barrel of financial/legal pickles. It's keeping me up at night and twisting my insides into painful knots.
*I'm smarter now and getting smarter by the day. Ugh.
What does a Catholic woman in a pickle do? Prays of course. And asks you to spare a prayer.
I just drove to my church for Eucharist Adoration. And I drove home to write this because there is no Eucharist Adoration today. There were signs on the doors that there is no Exposition of the Blessed Sacrament today.
Why? Why? Why?
Jesus!!!!! I need you to beg and plead.
Jesus, I need reassurance everything will be okay in the long run.
Jesus, I need your comforting presence.
Jesus, I need quiet.
Jesus, I NEED YOU!!! WHERE ARE YOU?