I am in London.
Getting ready to head off to the slaughterhouse first thing tomorrow morning.
Feeling very nervous, immensely fragile, thoroughly exhausted.
Needing someone to lean on today…
Dear Lord, please help me through this suffering. Please let it all go well tomorrow- grant unto me a cool head, a calm mind, God-given memory, and a confident eloquence. I need you Lord, please give me strength.