If I could gather my thoughts, I would blog about them. Instead, my mind and stomach are all aflurry, and all I can manage is a couple wacko videos my hubby made of us dancing.
I do not like this, Sam I Am.
Nothing is wrong. God and I are just having a “discussion.” He keeps telling me to just sit at Jesus’ feet for awhile. I keep showing Him my To Do List and asking Him if He’s crazy. Like I have that kind of time.
I need to obey. And pronto.