Our local Walmart is a store where customers habitually shop in their pajamas. I admit, that I have judged this as a fashion faux pas, thinking jammies (especially those with Ninja Turtles and SpongeBob) don’t belong in public. After I had to parade around Walmart in a bathing suit, I would gladly trade a two-piece for PJ’s, preferably a one-piece zippered fleece number with built in feet.
My morning started with a phone call from my husband who just left for work. He forgot to put out our trash the night before and asked me to take care of it. “OH NO!” I screamed. The day before I cleaned out the fridge and threw out expired produce and spoiled chicken. Hoping Wil, our garbage man, didn’t come to our neighborhood yet, I ran out to the can and froze.
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God, do I ever need you! I pray that you guard my tongue, cleanse my soul, and kill my pride. I seek silence, peace, and humility at a time where I’m getting worn down by my personal devil, the one that gets so alluring and cozy that he hitches a ride and bullies me to carry him around like a brand new backpack. He’s awfully heavy because he latches on to my strengths and makes them weaker, yet I adjust the straps and make it more comfortable, so he lingers because I get better at hanging out with him.Continue reading “God: Can you empty a devil from my backpack?”
