• Fat Smoke Loss Bed

    by  • May 1, 2017 • LifeStuff • 0 Comments

    Tonight I sat
    on the couch
    and saw my stomach
    a giant spreading mound
    much different from what I remember
    and I was sad
    and tired.

    Then I smelled it
    the cigarette smoke
    from neighbors in their backyard
    seeping strong
    into my closed up house
    and I was then mad.

    But still tired.

    Fat.
    Cigarette smoke.

    Something’s got to change here.

    Then the Cubs lost 10-2
    and I knew
    it was time to
    go to bed.

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    A web programmer by day, I somehow still spend a lot of time thinking about relationships, God, and the significance of grace and love in daily events. I am old school in the sense that I believe in the reality of sin, and in the need of each human heart for deliverance to the Divine. I am one of those who believes that Jesus Christ is the Son of God, and that you can find most answers to life's pressing issues in Him and His Word, the Bible. I ain't perfect, and a lot of the time I ain't good, but by God's grace and kindness, I am forgiven and free.

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