At about 11 last night I was safely tucked up in bed and gradually dropping off to sleep. Then my eyes flew open!
I remembered.
That parcel that was delivered was big and heavy so I left it outside the front door intending to ask Husband to carry it to the garage. I forgot. It was still outside the front door. At least I hoped it was.
I briefly considered getting up and going down to check but what could I do if it wasn't there? (As Husband pointed out to me this morning, I could have brought it in.)
I didn't and only just remembered this morning. It was there. I dragged it into the kitchen where it will be harder to forget.
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So good being back in our own Zac's building for bible study. In familiar territory people seem more willing to respond and interact. Some things don't change though. I was told I was fallen from grace by the man who goes to get his hot drink but makes his wife get her own.
I find it very hard to be Christian towards some people.
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"We are all sinners, my brother in Christ" -- that would have been my diplomatic response to Mr. Fallen From Grace. My problem with the holier-than-thou types is that I can rarely be diplomatic.
Ooh, I was biting my tongue, Debra!
This is one of those "thank you for sharing" moments! It's polite but does leave the rude person wondering.
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