Thursday, April 23, 2009


I'm not quite sure what God's trying to tell me...

Saturday my son got hit in the nose with a softball at the ball park & bled for what seemed like forever. He was thoughtful enough to run into the restroom and bleed into the sink. I might have just sat down on the sidewalk if it had been me...

Speaking of which, I was playing catch in the back yard with my oldest daughter yesterday & guess what? I got hit in the head. Hard. That girl can throw. Maybe I shouldn't have told her to lay off her throws. Maybe I shouldn't have switched places with her so she wouldn't have to be looking into the sun.

Maybe God is telling me to DUCK!