“No matter what people think of you, always keep singing your own song.” ~ Unknown
Jesus takes the wheel
Years ago, Stacy gave me a tiny Jesus. He has lived in my car ever since. I’ve mentioned him before, but only today did I realize he had not made his outhouse debut. I don’t have a picture of Dolly, but I do have a picture of Jesus. My tiny Jesus, who takes the proverbial wheel every time I get behind it. Always has, even before he materialized into a plastic piece to sit on my stereo. Always will, long after his tiny plastic self has disintegrated. You see, like Dolly, I am a person of faith, and like my Mamaw Terry used to say, “I love everybody.” I’m also a work in progress, which means I sometimes require quite a bit of grace from those around me. The dogs have had to give me a lot of grace this week with the third sinus infection/cold/non-virus-virus (or so the doctor claimed) that I’ve had since March. I have faith that this, too, shall pass, and I’ll be 100% me again whenever whatever this is that keeps rearing its ugly head gets gone. In the meantime, Jesus is driving.
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