Frankly, On Faith: Spiritual Groanings
by Molly Jo Realy @RealMojo68
You know those days. Those oxymoronic, Lord-keep-my-mouth-shut days when what you want to say comes out all wrong? Or worse, when what you don’t (or shouldn’t) say, comes out of your mouth anyway?
What about that disconnect between your brain and your tongue when there’s little translation going on, and it’s just one big, hot mess and you sound like Frankenstein trying to sing?
Ain’t gonna lie. I kinda hate those days.
Those days that sap the language right out of you, leaving you with a foggy head and bewildered … read the rest. . .