is that when you have nothing to say, you can just steal other people's stuff.
It is as inevitable as sin and just as certain to spread, because whether we intend them to our not, our weeds of sin spread into other’s lives. And as much as I might be tempted to make a sneaky foray into my neighbor’s garden with some weed killer, I can’t, any more than I can go to confession and tell the priest about my husband’s sins instead of my own.
On a lighter note, one of these photos made me laugh aloud this morning. (I can't say which one because, who knows, I might friends who don't think it's so funny.)
By the way-septic tank system back in working order. All is well at Bethany once more...