I am reminded of an English proverb: A stitch in time saves nine. But I don’t need stitches, I am not Shawn Mendes.
My parents, in their wisdom, also deemed me worthy of (and old enough for) a mobile phone. But they did not deem me worthy of airtime.
If swimming for fun is what God intended, Jesus would have Michael Phelpsed Himself to the disciples that one time in Matthew 14.
I have a question. Where did we go wrong as humans?
I mean, seriously… where did we go wrong? I know it was somewhere where the first man accepted some mystery fruit from the first woman and subsequently doomed us all. Or, it was somewhere between Australopithecus and Homo neanderthalensis …
I moved out of my father’s house years ago. And subsequently, I found out, rather harshly, that adulting is hard.