It was a Saturday evening. Our home group had gathered to specifically pray for one of our members who had landed in hospital with a heart condition. Following prayer and fellowship, we went home. And I just knew, that I knew, that I knew, he would be OK. I slept well that night.
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Dirty Dishes
By the time I was old enough to help with household chores, my oldest sister and my brother had already left home. This left my other two sisters, my parents and me, the youngest.
Now, I didn’t mind sweeping the floor or even washing it. I didn’t mind washing clothes, and I actually asked if I could iron! I didn’t mind dusting, and I certainly didn’t mind licking out the bowl when Mom baked.
But I hated doing the dishes.