My Mom Thinks I Need Therapy

So...apparently my last post made my mom think I am suffering immensely,
alone, in turmoil, and perhaps in need of therapy. (slight exaggeration)

In order to clarify, I am not any of the aforementioned things.

I am, indeed, quite happy.

If this didn't come across well, which apparently it did not,
I meant that I find myself unaccepting of small "storms"
when Paul and Job were accepting of tumultuous "storms."

And I was pondering whether or not I had the faith to handle
such a storm. Because when I think about Paul and Job, they
make my faith feel small in comparison.

That is really all.

Mom--I love you and thanks for your concern. :)

(ps. My mom was sitting next to me while I was writing this post,
and we were laughing)