Courtesy of Scott Roberts.The excuses to avoid church were easy to find: Summer was too beautiful to spend indoors, then the soccer schedule tested our sanity, and last month I just needed to sleep after waking at 4 a.m. all week to write, but this past Sunday I realized we’d been gone for too long.
“What are we going to do today?” my eight-year-old son Max asked as he bounced onto our bed and woke me.
“I thought we’d go to church.”
“You know what I like best about church?”
“What?”
“The bread samples.”
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Hello, stopped by to check out fellow blogger award winners from Caroline's blog.
Funny site! Good stuff.
Thank you, Caroline for the honor. It's my first award! And Thanks for dropping by, Terry Lynn.