Excerpt: Naked to the Bone

another day has rolled around, with a list of tasks a mile long, each one of them feels like a crisis, yet each one is flavorless... have little meaning. You know the feeling, like when you receive communion for the first time and you figure out all the hub bub was for this flavorless wafer that is annoyingly stuck to the roof of your mouth. Now you have Jesus stuck to your mouth and you are not allowed to touch it or fix it so you devise strategies in order to deal with your situation before you go back to the pew and kneel while reciting a prayer of thanksgiving. So, I digress. It seems that this in fact will be just another task stuck to the roof of my mouth. I am determined to make it work. Make something meaningful of these silly words I dare to string together. I pray that you are able to find the patience to stick with me. Here we go....