Yuck! Yuck! Yuck! Yesterday, while I was drinking my iced coffee at Starbucks--I needed to go get a new travel mug for my husband because the bottom fell off of his--I pulled my fingers through my hair. And--yuck--I found a huge black tick attached! I pulled it out easily, but it freaked me out for several hours. I wash my hair every day, so it couldn't have been there long. But, it still gives me the creeps! I'm going to call the doctor today and find out what I should do--if I should get a blood test or antibiotics. I always wondered when, not if, that would happen to me. I miss California where I never saw a tick!
The other day I was discussing a book with my mom and explaining to her my concern about how "blame" is cast upon the child in the story. My mom commented about how deeply I read and consider what is written. Sometimes I wonder if I go overboard. Am I questioning too much? Am I overreacting? Why am I reacting this way? I come back to knowing that God wired me this way. But, I also reflect on how God has guided my path through the maze of books I've read over the past few years and what I've learned from the books themselves and from reading them. Recently, I read a book that troubled me. The book I finished reading was Guiltless Living by Ginger Hubbard. When I began reading it, I found myself puzzled and then disconcerted. And in the end, I cried. But, I cried for a different reason than one might suspect. I'd like to explain. I did not read Ms. Hubbard's previous book “ Don't Make Me Count to Three ”, but I knew from f...
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