Question: Where did you get your mental/emotional/spiritual/social blueprints on how to build a Christian home?
A friend of mine is a first-generation Christian. Aside from a few moments in college, a week of VBS was about the extent of Christian education–there were stickers and crafts, she remembers.
When I first got married, it was not long after an intense “mean girls” period in my life.
You know, there are some hard ways to socially learn what not to do. Here are some of the lessons–of varying legitimacy–in which I had been viciously ardently instructed during this period of my life. (Maybe you can relate.)
I laid out four spoons on the counter, pulled four small cartons from the freezer. “You have to close your eyes.”
In thanks for my efforts on a project, my client for freelancing had sent four pints of gourmet ice cream of my choosing (Cold Brew and Coconut Cream! Wildberry and Lavender!). My kids wouldn’t be enjoying the entire pint, believe you me.
When my son was seven, I’d ask him to clean his room.
Unfortunately, I could come in half an hour later and the place still looked like someone had turned the place upside down and shook it, then sprayed cheese-in-a-can on top.
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