Well, I was supposed to go meet with Wayne Squires, Carlos and Arlan this morning…but Kailey woke up sick, and to be honest I was up for three hours in the night in pain.
So, I stayed at home all day with Kailey trying to nurse her back to good health.
In the mean time, for some reason (apparently no reason at all) my feet have begun to feel something like my skin has been ripped off them. I hate this, truly. As I was telling a friend at lunch yesterday, I live with a constant reminder of my death and must willfully choose life at times moment by moment. On the other side of this pain is God’s grace, at the time it varies between hell and sensing Him holding me.
I don’t mean to bumb you out. But I felt like I just needed to write it.