I was trying to get my daughter ready for church this past Sunday morning, and she was being fairly cooperative. That is, until I tried to put her pants on. She and I both suffer from what I like to call sweet skin. Mosquitoes love us for some reason. And she had a large … Continue reading The More We Scratch, The More We Itch
My Monster and Me He goes where I go. He sees what I see. Then he tells me to do things that just aren't me. I know what I ought to do. I know what would make me free. But my monster he sees things much differently.
Do you ever feel like you obsess in the smallest things ? It's like we've put on a pair of microscope glasses.