08/07/2025
Lord, help me the 127 Yard sale is upon us again. I’m not here to wheel or deal—I’m just tryna get to town without running over a lawn chair or someone’s Aunt Carol holding a bean crock. 🙏
Bless my brakes, my blood pressure, and the three thousand turns I’m about to take to avoid a seven-mile line of minivans buying used Tupperware and questionable dolls.
May I not lose my religion behind a slow-moving sedan with “YARD SALE” painted on the windows and dreams in the trunk.
Remind me, Lord: they’re not obstacles. They’re Your precious children. Out here chasing Pyrex, vintage puzzles, and a $3 garden gnome like it's a spiritual calling.
Give me strength, peace, and a back road with no cardboard signs or folding tables. May my gas tank stay full, my horn stay unused, and my spirit stay intact.
In the name of detours, deep breaths, and divine patience—Amen.