Before I started blogging as Part-Time Sunshine, I posted my tales on Facebook. This non-complaining, germy story popped up on my feed from March 4, 2014. I edited the piece (thankfully, my writing has improved) and added some visuals. Shine on!
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.