It has officially been decided that ghosts now rank 3rd in my list of petrifying things. (Dolls are #1, followed closely by dogs.) Seriously. I can't imagine anything worse than being seen by something you don't know exists. I guess what really scares me are the possiblities of why they exist. What are their intentions? Do they have any? If so, do they involve me?
I had to sleep on Chel's floor last night. I couldn't drive the thoughts of invisible beings leering over me. Finally at about 3:45 I decided to ask my dad for a blessing. I fell asleep in about 15 minutes.
Gracious, I love the gospel. Without it, I'd probably be insane by now.