Set up the tent in our living room and crawled inside with our new sleeping bags to test it out. Husband and I ended up laying in there for an hour talking about myths we believed as children. π Some were pretty funny.
This story is perhaps not something I would normally share here, but dear God, help us understand what it means to be your hands and feet. Today your feet walked people to tables. Your hands prepared food. Your waist wore an apron.
Today at lunch, I witnessed two of God's children berating another one of His children for attempting to seat them at a table they did not apparently prefer. Two wore church clothes. The other wore an apron. "We come here every Sunday!"
A sixth grade boy told me yesterday at school that he wants to name his future daughter Pan, and I don't know why, but I think that is the coolest thing.
Sometimes, I make a tweet and delete it before tweeting because I have no clue why anyone would care to read anything I randomly think. This tweet is a response to one of those times. I'm pressing tweet before I backspace this all away too...
When I feed people, they call me a saint. When I ask why people are hungry, they call me a communist.
-Archbishop Dom Helder Camara https://t.co/v0aLP7K3Cl