Word Rash of Sorts
Sometimes I just have to write. The words nag at me and won't let me focus on other projects until I tend to them. This is one of those days. The problem of darkness and sin has been poking at my heart lately. It started, ironically, with a very casual discussion about PMS. A young lady stated she didn't think there was PMS in God's original plan, in the garden of Eden. Frankly, I had never considered the thought. All things considered, PMS is a fairly benign annoyance in life. Even on the days that one doesn't want to get out of bed. I only considered the curse to be a "worsening." Perhaps it is because I am a nurse and physiology is pretty routine in my life, but giving birth, even an easy one, could never be completely without discomfort. Bones separate and tissue tears. Premature births seem to cause even more discomfort. But her words did give me pause: what is life supposed to be like...