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my ears go snap-crackle-pop every time I swallow

there is green-gray goo coming up from my lungs

I have a oozing, just won’t heal, sore on my ankle where I tangled with a bouncy slide at a birthday party well over a week ago

oh, and to top it all off- I’m reading Jen Hatmaker’s book 7

hot mess? oh, yes

I’m really thinking crazy thoughts like, maybe God cares more about making me holy than making me comfortable

and maybe the ever elusive American dream is not such a great thing to spend a life time chasing

and maybe I should move to Africa, but I really don’t like heat and mosquitoes and my only valuable skill is conducting educational assessments and maybe crafting around

and last time I checked, Africa was not in dire need of psychoeducational evaluations and the plethora of paperwork associated with said evaluations

or crafts, haven’t heard that Africa needs more craft projects

and maybe I should make such decisions when Joe is home and I haven’t consumed way past my daily allowance of caffeine and sinus medicine

but really 7 has me wondering if Jesus would have attended a posh, well-funded suburban school or an inner city one with all the baggage

and since he was born in a stable in a major city to semi homeless young parents, I’m thinking it would be the under performing inner city one

and maybe I should go to sleep instead of pondering the school zoning of Jesus