The Lord and I make a great team. Well, for me it's a great team, for Him it's probably a better team when He yokes up with His Heavenly Father. I wonder if He ever feels need, needy. Does He turn to Him for help? He worships Him. I'm so needy, when I know how I've messed up. But often in-beteeen I am not nice. Being nice is a big thing. It is the mortal condition. The human condition.
It's so dreary outside. Whatever happened to the Nancy who said, "Be the sunshine on rainy days!"?