this morning #1758.
this morning, i rolled out of bed with going to church service the furthest thing from my mind. do you ever have one of those sundays? one where you’re skeptical that the lord will have anything to offer you? i know it’s a bit blasphemous to say but that’s how i felt. not despair. more like i might be better off trying to handle things on my own. in the end, i went but my heart wasn’t in it. the heart can be fickle but when it comes to you, mine’s always tickled pink. i think you know just what i mean. between you & me, i can be a bit sappy but, believe you me, you make my heart happy. take my breath away. like emily dickinson liked to say—the heart wants what the heart wants. what mine wants is for you to keep me warm.