I had big plans for my Wednesday. It was Mother’s Day Out. The vandals would be gone all day. I have four chapter revisions to do. Laundry is separated into piles in the hallway. We were gone six days last week, and there is lots to do to get “caught up.” A concept I don’t actually believe in, never the less, I create a nifty list. I was in bed asleep Tuesday night by 8:00 pm… that is actually 9: …
You’re funny. And talented. But as I sit in this dance recital I am holding a foster baby that is in our home for the weekend and I am witnessing an American atrocity that I want you to remember.
And it is not a drug addicted baby.
“It was good for me to be afflicted so that I might learn your decrees.” (Psalm 119:71)