Smuelxira
Prayer Warrior
Dear Lord Jesus,
Please get people to stop asking me about my job at the zoo. I don’t wanna tell them what I’m going through but sometimes I wish I could. Please get them to stop asking me and if they wanna know, they can always ask my parents so they can ask the pastor. I don’t mind them coming and if they want to go there cause I’m on the clock but off the clock I don’t like to think about the animals or the zoo because I’ve had enough of being bit by bugs and attacked by the sun
I would like to tell my pastor and the minister to get people to stop asking me about the zoo and if they wanna know my parents go to church too they can ask my parents. My parents can tell them.
The sad part is though my parents justify people asking me all they just wanna know they just wanna know, including the man keeps asking me and repeating it. It’s like oh he knows someone on the board. He didn’t know. He knew somebody on the board. He was just curious to ask me questions cause that’s all he wants to do is ask and considerate and redundant. Get them to understand you know they get mad at me for talking about things like talking about Mr. Snuffleupagus around his friends when he never told me too. Or not let me talk about puppets at church. I don’t need to disobey them. I still do in a blue moon, but it is mainly for prayers to reach my puppet goal. My mom also got mad that I was telling the pastor of how Zeus could handle elephants better however, the pastor he likes me that I’m thinking logically and creativity for the better society. He didn’t seem to look interested at the time, but there was only one time I told him that multiple times I told him unlike the man who keeps asking me about my job at the Zoo other people ask, but it’s more sporadic. This guy is more frequent and repetitive it gets on my nerve.
Ironically, he’s just like the parents parents repeat themselves and they’re annoying. I think I’d rather deal with them some Zoo that I worked at wouldn’t let you have earplugs to deal with those birds and those poor animals having to be in the same building with them their whole eyes is awful.
So please help me with this questioning and just keep my boundaries away from them.
Sure they think it’s a fun job but you know what else someone outside of church made fun of my Zoo job and she laughed and said I’d have to start with a bucket. My mom saw that and she justified what she said oh she’s just being goofy no cause when I was a teenager and I burst into laughter and I’ve been nervous laugh, and it was by accident. Someone told me he was a buster. He never held it against me and you know when I told people I wanna do puppets for living, they have laughed out a nervous laugh, not out of hatred or mean this woman didn’t need to say to start with a bucket. She has a lot of bad manners and has insult in my hair prompting my mom to get me a haircut I shouldn’t be getting haircuts anymore. Shouldn’t be living with them.
People at work even make fun of my job. It is humiliating. I want to stop reminding me. I’m out in the sun getting bit by bugs. It affects my cognitive abilities and the heat slows me down. Your mom and dad tell me I should be working more at home, but I’m too tired and I don’t even get enough sleep at home because it’s not a good environment. I can’t read as easily cause it’s horrible. I never knew how horrible the heat can get to somebody. It’s got to stop that’s why this will be my short term bridge in my next year. I’ll find something better. Take a break from work after saving and get my podcasting puppetry job hopefully
In Jesus Name Amen
Please get people to stop asking me about my job at the zoo. I don’t wanna tell them what I’m going through but sometimes I wish I could. Please get them to stop asking me and if they wanna know, they can always ask my parents so they can ask the pastor. I don’t mind them coming and if they want to go there cause I’m on the clock but off the clock I don’t like to think about the animals or the zoo because I’ve had enough of being bit by bugs and attacked by the sun
I would like to tell my pastor and the minister to get people to stop asking me about the zoo and if they wanna know my parents go to church too they can ask my parents. My parents can tell them.
The sad part is though my parents justify people asking me all they just wanna know they just wanna know, including the man keeps asking me and repeating it. It’s like oh he knows someone on the board. He didn’t know. He knew somebody on the board. He was just curious to ask me questions cause that’s all he wants to do is ask and considerate and redundant. Get them to understand you know they get mad at me for talking about things like talking about Mr. Snuffleupagus around his friends when he never told me too. Or not let me talk about puppets at church. I don’t need to disobey them. I still do in a blue moon, but it is mainly for prayers to reach my puppet goal. My mom also got mad that I was telling the pastor of how Zeus could handle elephants better however, the pastor he likes me that I’m thinking logically and creativity for the better society. He didn’t seem to look interested at the time, but there was only one time I told him that multiple times I told him unlike the man who keeps asking me about my job at the Zoo other people ask, but it’s more sporadic. This guy is more frequent and repetitive it gets on my nerve.
Ironically, he’s just like the parents parents repeat themselves and they’re annoying. I think I’d rather deal with them some Zoo that I worked at wouldn’t let you have earplugs to deal with those birds and those poor animals having to be in the same building with them their whole eyes is awful.
So please help me with this questioning and just keep my boundaries away from them.
Sure they think it’s a fun job but you know what else someone outside of church made fun of my Zoo job and she laughed and said I’d have to start with a bucket. My mom saw that and she justified what she said oh she’s just being goofy no cause when I was a teenager and I burst into laughter and I’ve been nervous laugh, and it was by accident. Someone told me he was a buster. He never held it against me and you know when I told people I wanna do puppets for living, they have laughed out a nervous laugh, not out of hatred or mean this woman didn’t need to say to start with a bucket. She has a lot of bad manners and has insult in my hair prompting my mom to get me a haircut I shouldn’t be getting haircuts anymore. Shouldn’t be living with them.
People at work even make fun of my job. It is humiliating. I want to stop reminding me. I’m out in the sun getting bit by bugs. It affects my cognitive abilities and the heat slows me down. Your mom and dad tell me I should be working more at home, but I’m too tired and I don’t even get enough sleep at home because it’s not a good environment. I can’t read as easily cause it’s horrible. I never knew how horrible the heat can get to somebody. It’s got to stop that’s why this will be my short term bridge in my next year. I’ll find something better. Take a break from work after saving and get my podcasting puppetry job hopefully
In Jesus Name Amen

Prayer Focus: God, Thank You for loving me. Thank You for loving me, Jesus. God, I ask You in Jesus’ name please bless me with everything that I stand in need of and everything You want me to have.