Fibro fog, pain, writing sandwiched in between. Quotes. Sermon notes. Encouragement.
|I didn't have to pick up my son from work this morning. Yippee. But I was awake. So I sat outside a while and watched the world awake. You know the drill. How I love watching the squirrels and listening to the birds. I talked with God a bit too.
This strange jumble of words insisted that I write them. Seriously, the weird words took over my mind and body and refused to let me finish up the load of laundry or work at cleaning up the kitchen. They made me write them.