this is a reprint of a post I wrote awhile back for Blissfully Domestic. It made me giggle when I re-read it, so I thought I’d share it here.
By 11am yesterday, I was depressed. I realized that by then I had heard a relentless stream of new warnings of fatalities.
· Your kid could die if you give them cold medicine.
· You kid could die if you don’t give them a flu shot.
· You could die if you do get the flu shot.
· Your kid could get shot and die if you send them to college.
I suppose I could die if I stabbed myself in the hand with a fork, or took too many aspirin, the wrong kind of aspirin on the wrong day when the barometric pressure was just a bit low, and the stars were aligned just the wrong way…
I think I’d just like to live a bit recklessly, and not care so much about dying.
" I have come that they might have life and have it to the full."
~ Jesus, John 10:10