Ok, I'm not going to talk about it.
I'm not going to share how it started, looking so innocent, on my knee, appearing like an cluster of Glenmoore biters on a spree. I won't complain about how it somehow ended up near my triceps (I know where they are now thanks to my trainer).
I wont tell you how thrilled I was when it began to go away-and how disgusted when it came back on my other arm. Or how somehow it made its way to places covered with much modesty that I can't figure out how it got from here to there. Nor will I rant about I seem to attract it in the garden-somehow the intruder always seems to know I'm there.
Or confide about how it wakes me in the small hours...ah, I shall be very quiet about the three weeks it can take to recover.
All I want to know is: how may this be a part of God's plan for us?
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