and friends
When He first placed me in front of the mirror, I tried to cover up, to avoid looking at all my flaws.
Eventually, though, His whispered words of affirmation began to reach me, and I could see myself through His eyes. More than just a scared little girl; a willing yet cautious fledgling with the potential to soar.
I looked up from my struggles to see Him standing at the door watching me. Softening my eyes, I pleaded with him to come touch me.
“Are you ready?” He asked.
“Mmmm-hmmh,” nodding.
“Ready for another round of cinching?”
“NNNUUUUHHHHHH!!!”
With a little more twisting I could probably get one ankle unbuckled…but really, what good would that do me??
—subkatie
Ok, this is the LAST time I agree to be the bait in a sting operation. Why don’t the guys behind the hidden cameras EVER come running in when I give the code word for ‘cover blown?’ Aren’t they watching??
KatieD 