Cussing
For me cussing is still a habit to break. And I come from a family where swearing meant grounding and no TV. Even ‘darn’ made their not-in-this-house list. Now I’m a faithful churchgoer, a S.O.B.I. student, and determined to spend as much time as possible thinking on things true, pure and lovely. Yet, when I hit my finger with a hammer, I don’t say ‘ouch,’ I say #!&%@#! Why? What demons are invading my spirit?…