I nearly went to hell this morning. Saw a Facebook photo someone posted this morning. I kinda, sorta agreed with the picture and scrolled down. Then I saw it:
Oh my goodness. I have to be blessed by Jesus! While I’m at it, I probably should update my status on FB with a check-in and a play by play of what I will be ordering for lunch. Of course, it’ll be healthy because I ran out of time this morning. And I only ran out of time because I was switching over laundry. And I only was switching over laundry because I had to rewash a load that had sat in the washing machine.
For three days.
Don’t judge. Last week was worse. Someone told me a table was going to be in a different spot when I arrived somewhere (location will remain secret for the clueless) and I burst into tears. Over a table.
Typing “amen” or sharing a picture does no more for your salvation than lipstick on a pig. God’s not going to cross His arms if you scroll past the picture and withhold your afternoon latte or give you a homework pass.
But just in case, be on the safe side and at least hit “like.”