Friday, May 1, 2026

DGL: The Monday Warrant vs. The 84-Cent Debt

Dear God,
My life is currently a high-stakes crap show sponsored by Yuba County.

It is a Monday morning warrant and an $0.84 debt that made to feel like a mountain. It is manufactured lies from people who get paid to tell the truth and duty of care. It is telling me I'm "beautiful" while lm watched from afar as l drown, as if my face is a consolation prize for my soul.

But in the middle of the wreckage, there is gratitude for My beautiful daughter and her strength. The sweetest of God's earthly Angel's,  our fur babies 

There is the "Lightbulb Idea" that reminded me I am a mother with a brain, not a decorative tragedy.

I am walking in humility, but not the kind they want. Not the kind that bows to their corruption.

On one hand, I have a warrant for my child. On the other, I have a bill for $0.84 that they’re using as just one of the ways to bury my basic services. In the middle, I have directors colluding, Board of Supervisors playing dead, and a man telling me I’m “beautiful” and he’s “happy” for me while my house is on fire.

I am sending this to the Secretaries of Hope because the Secretaries of State aren't answering their emails and when they do they ask the most basic of questions as if when oversite is actually called on their all smoke and mirrors.

I am not walking in the "humility" they want—the kind that stays quiet while they manufacture evidence as this isn't me first rodeo with dissent. I am walking in the truth. I am grateful for the lightbulb moments that show me the corruption, as lm still awaiting God's plan to unfold, not passive mind you as l have the bloody knuckles to show for it. 

Most of all I am grateful to see the fruit of past lessons reasoning pop up here and there on the journey , brain having lots of aha so that's why l have..learned that,  what l had thought redundant information.  Or 200 of this or 10000 of that, 2006 spoons , the Lord in all his magnificent ways had me saving for 7 years of famine like in the Bible. 

If this is a "crap show," then I am the lead investigator. I am writing it all down. The pain, the manufactured lies, and the absolute absurdity of it all. Stored for When He says this is why and l will again be prepared. 

Bottle sent. Release. Amen.~AF

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