I woke up in the middle of the night and made somewhat of a (for lack of a better term) Freudian slip. It was one of those things where something I said was bothering me, like something inside was stirring me up and saying, “think that over”. I sat up and it was one of those moments where I knew that I was supposed to talk to God about this. At that point out of nowhere I said, “Lord, heal my prayer”. I didn’t mean to say it like that.

It was just how my tongue kind of stumbled through the words in a half awake moment. But then I kept saying it and kind of like that prayer now.

It was a good day at Hope. My license finally went through this past week so that was the last thing I was waiting on in order to be fully official and done with the hoop jumping. That felt really good to have done.