Writing for myself; hoping for sanity, redemption, and mercy. Using the letters on the keyboard as little life preservers.
Friday, June 24, 2011
I am sitting here in an almost drunkenlike amazement at how God created this fantastic peach I am eating. Alright, truth is I'm finished with it, otherwise my keyboard would be covered in sticky peach juice. It was running down my chin and I was slurping and it was really quite obnoxious I'm sure, but it was pure heaven to me. Good Job, God!