I had a masterpiece of a blog post composed in my head this morning. It began this way:
Just once, I'd like to come home from Bible Study and discover that, in my absence, someone had come along and done the dinner dishes.
Do you know why I didn't write it?
Just Once would be NOWHERE near enough.
However, I live in perpetual hope.
2 comments:
I would love to sneak in while you were at Bible study and do your dishes, too bad I live so far away.
A favorite fairy tale of mine growing up was the story of the elves coming during the night and making all the shoes for the poor cobbler.
Life doesn't live out like a fairy tale, even though we wish it would.
I often wish the same, but usually the "elves" have made a bigger mess....
Oh well, someday I'll come home to a clean, quiet, lonely house...
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