Oh my poor baby... Last night Tim showed me that he had an ulcer in his mouth. He hasn't had one since his college days. He gets them when he is stressed. My poor big daddy, don't you worry I will be just fine and so will you. This trip to Florida is just the medicine you need... Now please go rinse with salt water...
Lord, I pray for your healing hands to come down and touch Tim's boo boo. Please take away all his pain and give him Your peace... We are safe in Your hands and we are blessed that You are holding us close right now. Thank You Father...
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