Bratty Big Boys & PMS

Cycle
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One

Twenty One
Cycles
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Abigail

Balloon
Fiesta
Kickoff



The day's been rough. Exhaustion, fatigue, malaise, anxiety, duress, water retention, the crescendo of a hormonal zit. The colors reverberate quite like this rainbow fairy.

Ben has been difficult on top of it; he too must be on a hormonal transition. The boy is in love with some girl that I don't even think he likes very much. My prayer is that he will have his heart turned back toward his ATI materials.

The Church has made him angry. And I perfectly understand why. I too struggle with the betrayal and abandonment we have coped with the last few years. Thankfully, Ben's faith is in tact, but his attitude about further growth is in need of improvement. He's young still, not yet 21. The hip hop world has distracted him. Praisefully, there is much that he has actually absorbed over the years of Biblical home study. My prayer is that his prodigal road is short and leads back to the Main & Narrow Road in due time. The good thing is that as "home boy" as he thinks he is, he has already been faced with opportunities to clarify and share Biblical doctrine with people. He's very passionate about the Resurrection that we believe in. He can be a little too overbearing if you ask me, but he'll smooth out his testimony the more he gets chances to tell it. He's gotten in several conversations whereby he's actually gotten a couple of people to re-think the idea. He's learning for himself what a shame it is to see how folks today are being raised with virtually zero theology beyond what spews from the TV set. I keep telling him that God's got a job for him to do; that God didn't bring him here against all the odds, just to waste perfectly good skin. He needs to get this immature goad kicking out of his system.