My mother sat down, clasped her hands under her chin casting her penetrating eyes on me and asked, “Whose is this?”
Suddenly, my face and ears had a temperature of their own. Hot. Fear and guilt gripped me tighter than bark on a tree. “Rob’s,” I said.
Tag: forgiveness
This is Going to be Easy!
They would explain to their professor why they missed it. They said that they had visited freinds but on the way back, they had a flat tire, and as a result, they missed the final, and could they make it up?
Stubborn as a Mule
Try to read psalm 23 as if you were that stubborn mule rather than a lamb. The Lord is my Shepherd; I shall want my own way. He makes me lie down in green pastures, but I will keep geting up and wanderng off to eat dead grass. He’ll pull me to quiet waters, but I will refuse to drink.