I complain too much. I have great friends, a great family, and though we’ve seen our share of pain, we still love one another while we all hang onto Jesus. Why do I complain?
I read too much maybe. That’s a blessing and a curse because all those words speak back to you. I guess it’s what I choose to “listen” to that makes or breaks me.
Voices! Voices! Stop the insanity! Ha! I have way too much to be grateful for and to laugh at.
Now back to those turtles, spiders, and making home-made dugout canoes with the little guys that keep me young…and sane.
