When I was a child I thought like a child, with a child’s preoccupation with her own needs. My world was about 5 miles square, and I hoped that my cousin Kim could spend the night, and I prayed that Mama & Daddy would let us “do” church at home on Sunday instead of trying to put on those tights...To read the rest (and see the tights in question), go here.
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Heading over to read the rest and check out her blog....
ReplyDeleteI don't think you are the only one in a blogging funk. I think we all go in phases. I don't think I have had the urge to blog in forever aside from P365...
You have my interst peaked...I'm headed over!!
ReplyDeleteFunks do tend to pass. (thank goodness)
I'll be sure to check out Rachel's blog.
ReplyDeleteYeah, I still like doing church at home on Sunday, thanks to Joyce Meyers. :)
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I think your funk is seasonal! (Speaking as a fellow funk-experiencer.)
ReplyDeleteSorry about your funk--I resonate! And I applaud your contribution to Hopes and Dreams, especially in light of funkiness. I hope some light pierces through soon. xoxo
ReplyDeleteLoved it! Oh, and you were just as cute as a...well as a bug!
ReplyDeleteIntriguing, Ms. Bug.
ReplyDeleteI am in a blogging funk, too.