The peace of all peace
be mine this night
+ in the name of the Father,
and of the Son,
and of the Holy Spirit.
How is it that no matter how hard you try not to pick a scab… somehow, sometime, it gets caught on something. Maybe even in your sleep. It has been well guarded for days, maybe even weeks, but then out of nowhere there’s a little piece sticking up. And it just keeps getting rubbed the wrong way, and irritated by the strangest of circumstances, until you’re madly digging a dead piece of flesh off your body. Which wouldn’t be so bad except that it was there for a reason, and trying to protect something that was healing underneath.
I couldn’t tell you exactly what the scab was, or what was healing beneath it… but something caught a scab today, and I’m left with a strong desire to pull the rest of it off.
At the very least, it either needs to get cold and snow like a motha so I can play hockey, or it needs to warm up so I can enjoy the outdoors again. But I don’t need any more of these pretty dang cold rainy days.
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