Tonight I gave birth to a sermon about trust. Or at least that's how it feels. The only thing missing are the stitches in my vagina. Trust me when I say I've got nothing left for a blog post tonight, but I still love you all.
And if you love me, cross your fingers that I don't totally suck a great big green donkey dick tomorrow at church. The sermon I mean. Not literally. A Man Called Horse read it and gave it a thumbs up, so I don't feel as shitty about it as I did half an hour ago. Writing sermons is harder than writing blog posts about vaginas. And not as much fun.
Thanks for stopping by. Good night.
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How did it go? Can I read it? I wish I could have been there. I know you rocked it. <3
ReplyDeleteI wouldn't say I rocked it, but it was OK. I wasn't happy with the sermon, and that's my own fault. I should have forced myself to write it earlier even though my muse wasn't showing up. She never did show up! But other people in the congregation seemed to like it a lot, so I have to admit I might have lost perspective along the way.
DeleteI want to make some edits and then I'll post it here.