The Holy Spirit speaks through signs and wonders.
In fact, a quick sweep through my house revealed the following signs I clearly needed to heed:
(something about being a better housekeeper…?)
(this sign is, “someone needs to closely supervise The Jude during all bathroom visits”)
(literal sign, courtesy of the nine year old: Let’s keep the temple clean, y’all!- misplaced modifiers notwithstanding)
(this one’s easy. 67 degree weather + muddy yard = quintuple bath night. Kids are dirty, you’d really like them clean. Got it, Paraclete.)
But it isn’t all soapy mirrors and two hours of grooming. Wonders appeared, too:
It may be snowed over again next week, but for today, the promise of spring was more than enough.
And the biggest wonder of all? I got my copy of the sold out, book trailer so hot YouTube banned it, can’t wait to go read it, Sex, Style & Substance today. A day earlier than expected!
Wonders!
Later, y’all. I’ve got five kids to bathe and a book to read while doing it.
