spills ≠ messes.

Oh the spills that occur in a coffee shop!
I spill syrup, milk, espresso, & eggs, egks, ekxgs, ex, x.
Constantly.
Not to mention the spills customers make.. even more often than mine.

My kid nearly died in the hospital.
I know somebody's in charge of this place, I just don't think it's God.
Stood up again.
I won the battle with drugs.
... that's the year we got divorced.
Going through a divorce.
Divorce, divorce, divorce.

I know how to clean up the spills I make while on the job.
I hope that somebody handles the spills the customers make. Cause those run way deep.

Praise the Lord, my soul; all my inmost being, praise his holy name. Praise the Lord, my soul, and forget not all his benefits -- who forgives all your sins and heals all your diseases, who redeems your life from the pit and crowns you with love and compassion, who satisfies your desires with good things so that your youth is renewed like the eagle's. The Lord works righteousness and justice for all the oppressed. Psalm 103:1-6

Praise the Lord who heals.
Glad I can trust Jesus to take care of these people. Maybe he will ask me to help.