I was sorting through some notebooks that I had in my
purse and scraps of paper I had saved throughout the years. And though most of
the entries were quite sparse, I realized that these were diaries of sorts. You
see I was reading through them in order to throw them out. And I did throw some
of them out but then I fished them right out of that trash can. Some of the
material was too good to lose. Here is a scrap of paper from church some time
back, an exchange with my son Michael.
Turn
the other cheek
Wade the deep creek
Still
waters run deep
Pickles are delish
A
watched pot never boils
Can I have my allowance?
Thrown for a loop
Don’t stop while you’re ahead
Sweet B’jinkies!
We gotta mystery!
Yabba
Dabba?
That’s so trite it’s true.
Does a bear sh_t in the wood?
Don’t’ let a good thing end.
Silence is golden
No more
proverbs!!
The upshot of all this? We were actually having fun in church.
The upshot of all this? We were actually having fun in church.