A TOUGH GRADER
There was a strange piece of paper on our kitchen counter. It had a capital “F” and a frowny face.
Eden, 17, explained. Maddy had told her that she looked like p__p. So Eden retorted that Maddy SMELLED like p__p.
That was so offensive to Maddy, who conveniently forgot that SHE started it, that she graded Eden with a big, fat “F” and drew the frowny face for emphasis.
As long as it isn’t Eden’s AP Chemistry grade . . . now, THAT would be p__py.
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Prayer request: My dear friend Michelle had to fly back from Rome unexpectedly last week to have surgery on a broken elbow and forearm. I teased her that she must have been whirling around to slug some Italian man who was pinching her . . . but it has to be painful and an extreme inconvenience. Meanwhile, her darling daughter Cori is struggling with a maelstrom of feelings as the one-year anniversary approaches of that fatal traffic accident in which she was driving, and her best friend Kayla and another classmate were killed. Oh, Lord, thank You for making that family so strong and loving and loveable. Send them help and smiles and a double dose of hope for their tired hearts, Father. Above all, remind them that You are near. (Acts 17:27)
Monday, March 14, 2005
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