Sunday
My stomach hasn't been feeling well. So I sat on the toilet seat, pants at ankles, glasses in fingers, face in hands. The edges of my palms just above my eyes.
I sat and thought.
My stomach turned itself over like a cement mixer.
I went over the occurrences these past few months. Everything that has happened. -Life is really beautiful; Life is really precious- I was amazed. Despite everything that happened, I'll never be so thankful. My smile is wide, my laughter hides my tears. I am so sorrowful. While maybe it shouldn't, it is something that makes me proud.
My stomach doesn't feel any better.
-Proverbs 14:13
I sat and thought.
My stomach turned itself over like a cement mixer.
I went over the occurrences these past few months. Everything that has happened. -Life is really beautiful; Life is really precious- I was amazed. Despite everything that happened, I'll never be so thankful. My smile is wide, my laughter hides my tears. I am so sorrowful. While maybe it shouldn't, it is something that makes me proud.
My stomach doesn't feel any better.
-Proverbs 14:13