(from November 2010)...
So I’m learning to translate this message from God. It looks like this:
Cactus thorn deep in my heel
being in stuck in bed with an energy-sapping fever
losing my voice
going to write something down and discovering the entire inside of my pen is mysteriously missing? what?
ok- so here’s what I’m getting-
Dear Hollie,
Stop. Sit down. Shut up. Listen to me.
Love,
God.
