Bob Cratchit Lives
Recently I was watching my daughters play together; the day’s theme was Legos. In the back of my mind, the constant looming thoughts quietly murmured. They were thoughts concerning bills, debt, grocery shopping. It’s like a sore tooth that the tongue can’t help but agitate and it makes the murmurs a little louder. I swatted at the thoughts. The girls were still playing, both kneeling on the floor with their tiny bare feet tucked under their butts. They were building…