Psalm 51:7 Purge me with hyssop, and I shall be clean: wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow. So listen, I absolutely HATE being under the weather. I can't stand a stuffy nose from a cold, weeping itchy eyes from an allergic fit, or any symptom related to food poisoning. But it looks like those things of which I hate, I've wound up experiencing ALL of them so far this year including the latter. Last week this little piggy got a hold to some bad butter (yes butter goes bad, Google it.) and my body responded a few hours later basically telling me, "Tanzy look here, I love you but I hate this butter. I have to get rid of it by any many necessary. Needless to say, I felt like DEATH for 48 hours. I'm well now. I'm off the sick and shut in list. I can eat food again! Bless the Lord, oh my soul! I thought about something, as we sit by and watch before our eyes the world experience it's own bout of what I would laughably consider food poisoning,...
"I aim to be a written letter of God. I live my life to bleed, just to be one of the red ones."