I got a call at 11:15.
"Mrs. Crookedtoes? This is John from Realty Company, can you do a showing from 2-3 today?"
"ummmmmm.......what time is it?"
"ummmmmmm........(internal dialogue: HOLY SHIT!)........ya, that would be okay"
I spent the next two hours running through the house cleaning like a crazy woman. Thank God for high chairs and Big Bird. I'm thinking about writing a letter to the people at Sesame Street and thanking them.
The house looked beautiful. I was covered in sweat but earned the title of Superwoman for the day.
Then later we went to our small group. I'm glad I went eventhough I didn't feel like talking about how wonderful God is. I explained that I was mad at God and no one tried to convince me that I was evil or feeling something wrong. It is nice the be listened to and not judged. Hmmm, is that what Christians are suppose to do?