F...ing Difficult

On a Sunday morning sidewalk... Oh, I'm wishing Lord that I..., okay, I don't really want to be on drugs,... But there's something in a Sunday that makes the body feel alone...
"Oh wait, I can go to church and feel a little less alone."
Youngest construction son was in the kitchen making himself an omelet.
"Wow! That's a perfect omelet. It's never looked so perfect before," he giggled with delight.
Simmy grabbed the camera and snapped a shot. Yep! It looked perfect!
Simmy and Sam went to church... without the beer for breakfast... and it was a tough 'Isaiah' sermon. Basically, the preacha' done told us that Isaiah would be using some 'swearin' type' language... basically... okay, that's what I heard.
It wasn't one of those 'feel good' sermons and it was just perfect for Simmy's mood.
Having struggled to feel good about anything for a while already, it kind of felt right to be told 'take all your good works and blow it out your ear if you think you done good.' 
Well, Isaiah did give a tough sermon, too.
When they got back from the church, the weather matched the sermon and Sam went straight to bed and Simmy stayed in her quiet depression.
An hour later, the phone rang. It was Simmy's Mom.
"I made eggs for lunch and Dad barfed."
Unsure if the connection was being made deliberately or accidentally... Simmy asked a lot of questions.
'Horn' had just come through some really hard times... two strokes, some seizures, license taken away, refusing help... and let's not talk about anything that happens in a bathroom... the situation was a difficult one... well, as she told her sister an hour later, it was a f...ing difficult one.
'Don't judge me!'
Read Isaiah!
I don't know why people always get their panties in a wad when someone uses the F-word. Even Steve Bell said it's just a word... really, he did... oh, but then he said, it's not really a nice word... so, find a substitute.
Simmy thought hard... 'Fornicate!' It means the same and... it's in the Bible.
Perfect!