daisy
that's crap. no wise words, but hoping that a good solution will pop up.
(And apologies for "mountain speech", but I'd like to offer a different POW.
Every Christmas I wonder how stressed Mary must have been, having to travel for miles, fully pg on a donkey(!), having no idea where she will be to give birth, nothing prepared. It makes me break out in a cold sweat just to imagine how scared and worried she must have been.
But then I remember that she was just fine.
No, the circumstances weren't ideal, but things worked out anyway
I believe that whatever happens, however hopless a situation might appear, God cares and will provide what we need.
I'm not trying to preach or anything, but hope this helps.
If it doesn't, just ignore
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