After taking my shower, I stepped out of the tub and stood before my mirror. As I looked, suddenly my butt fell down. Now, what are the odds of being before a mirror when gravity takes hold and yanks you down?
But there you have it. My hands flew behind me to keep it from sliding any further down to no avail. Following that momentous occasion, my belly followed suit and here I stood with a tire around my midriff lamenting my years of exercise. [Read more…] about Living Happily Socks Bitchy Gravity
Itchy, Bitchy, Crampy, Moody, Weepy, you get the idea. Which one are you?
If the attitude is My Way, then Speak Lord is subject to the whim of your own ideas what the day should hold. If in the night you hear what you need, but move on a different road, since Your Way seems better, then that word you received falls by the wayside, lost forever. Like the parable of the seeds where the seed falls on hard ground and never germinates, then gets eaten by birds, never to take hold.