Blech

I made up that word. It’s the sound I make when something is gross or lame or more than I feel like handling at the moment. It’s the noise in my throat when I hear Beth Moore tell me she waited 16 years between hearing God’s call and finally stepping into it. It’s the sound I feel when I think of my friend’s 17 year old who just arrived to his temporary, but long term, room. In prison.It’s the feeling I have listening to my stomach grumble knowing two of my boys threw up this week (one on the counter.…

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