I Dated a Pimp...

A couple weeks ago the Sunday Gospel was from Mk 5:21-43. I'd like to focus on the story of the little girl who was brought back to life. As I sat in Mass and listened to the readings and the homily the thought came to me. I was that dead little girl!

So once upon a time I dated a pimp...Like a real one... He didn't wear fur coats or have a cane (at least not when he was with me). I was in grad school and I spotted this handsome guy across the IHOP after a night of bar hopping and gave him the come hither look or as I like to call it the hungry eyes... I went over and talked to him and we started seeing each other.

The Storm

A friend of mine recently said that he wished he knew what to do to make the storm in his life end. And since then I've been thinking about that statement a lot, because I myself am in a storm and ask God to relieve me of the things that I struggle with as well. And I've come to the conclusion that the storm will probably never end. we may get relief from one struggle but another will come after.