Confessions From a Verbal Processor
Why God made me this way... I will never understand. I literally need to verbally process EVERYTHING. The price of oranges at Trader Joes. Why that guy in the Tesla cut me off? Why for the life of me, no matter how much preparation I put into making dinner, it will never all be finished at the same time. The chicken takes too long, and the Brussel sprouts are done in .5 seconds. It literally baffles me. My poor husband eats in segments. First the veggies, then 10 minutes later the potatoes, and a half hour later the chicken. If it's done. I know, I know, you're probably going to tell me "Kelly, put the chicken in a half hour before everything else." Well that is the PROBLEM-- I DO, and it still takes 9 hours for dinner. Bleh. Chick Fil A for dinner it is. "Why am I like this? Why did you make me this way?" I begged the Lord this morning at 6am in my devotional time. "Why isn't my husband a better listener? Why didn't you make him a bette