Baby B: I hate writing letters. I want to go naked swimming at Granny's.
All that is left is a tiny grey-green dot on my chin.
The first thing that came into my mind was a visual image of me, stabbing God in the face with a pencil. I do it all the time. I certainly don’t mean to stab Him in the face, but I constantly make choices that are different from those He has called me to make.