Sunday, May 06, 2007
On the way home from The Origins Experience on Thursday (yes, I'll blog lots more about it later), Aaron & I were trading boyhood "war" stories - I told the story of how I sprained my ankle and he told about (among many other injuries) tripping over an 8 foot fence and doing a belly flop onto hardpan dirt. We both agreed that the bad part about stuff like that is not simply getting the wind knocked out of you - but the feeling that no matter how hard you gasp, no matter how many parts of your brain scream at your body to intake oxygen, you can't get any air. Today is kind of like that emotionally. I'd sure appreciate your prayers.