Ever honest, I am. So, here’s some truth from this stage of my life.
detest (that sounds too harsh) do not care for small children. Yes, I do have three of them. And yes, I do love them, but I do not enjoy being with them all day. I informed my husband that a nanny would probably raise our children better than I was. I think he agreed.
Many times last year, I found myself in Proverbs 31. No, not the end. The beginning.
Let beer be for those who are perishing, wine for those who are in anguish! Let them drink and forget their poverty and remember their misery no more.
Ever biblical, I am.
Bottoms up! Here’s to forgetting!
In all seriousness…I’ve only heard one sermon on this passage, and like 3 billion about super woman at the end. How come?
I’ll explore it next.