Jan 11, 2012
David Pumps Woke Up.
I woke up parched, and it was one of those thirsts that just absolutely needed to be quenched. I wanted to pour my self a morning cup of faith, with two cubes of healing, and a splash of forgiveness, but the kitchen was cleaned out. All that was left was a bottle of bitterness in the fridge, cabinets full of disdain, and a Moldy loaf of resentment on top of the Icebox. I have two choices: Make do with what I have and save time and energy, by picking through resentment finding what's palatable, dipping it in bitterness and sprinkling it with disdain. Or Do I make it my mission to Heal my body and go out and find what I originally wanted?