In a dream, my daughter was attending evangelical camp.
I spoke to her as she hustled off to two evening services with Sister Liz. "If you find Jesus, I'm never going to speak to you again," I said.
"Oh, that's okay, Mom," she said. "I was already Saved this morning."
I woke up sweating. This election is seriously messing with my psyche.
No comments:
Post a Comment