Somedays I feel like a puppet on a string. Like the enemy pulls this string then that string and I respond so predictably. Today is one of those days. Shoot, he may not even be involved. He may just be sitting back behind a two way mirror punchin' a demon buddy saying, 'Watch this, Kent turned off the cooling and Tammie is about to notice.' Would he be pleased if I crawled back in bed and pulled the covers over my head? Probably. I think I may put on some praise music instead of crying.
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
A Puppet on a String
Somedays I feel like a puppet on a string. Like the enemy pulls this string then that string and I respond so predictably. Today is one of those days. Shoot, he may not even be involved. He may just be sitting back behind a two way mirror punchin' a demon buddy saying, 'Watch this, Kent turned off the cooling and Tammie is about to notice.' Would he be pleased if I crawled back in bed and pulled the covers over my head? Probably. I think I may put on some praise music instead of crying.
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