My husband thinks he knows me so well. "I know you like a book!" Isn't it... "I read you like a book?" Yes, he thinks he "knows" me better than I know myself. But, really when I sit down to think about myself as to what makes me tick...God is the only One who knows me better than my husband knows me or even than I know myself.
Decided it's about time I wrote on this blog, at least weekly, if possible. I've always got something on my mind, facebook reminds me of that. But, seriously, I've had a lot on my mind and heart lately, but it's mostly about our country filled with all different faiths, cultures, and races. Why can't we just get along? Is it because we feel our beliefs are different? our thoughts different? Whatever it is, this is what I choose to do.