“I am chosen of God, holy and dearly loved” Colossians 3:12; 1 Thessalonians 1:4
It was ten minutes until we needed to be out the door and on the road for church. At this point I could safely say everything was right on track. The kids were cleaned and dressed, the diaper bag was packed, and I had nothing left to do but fasten my shoes. As I finished buckling my brown heels I sent out a call to the troops. Alas no one showed but the dog. So I headed to Isabella’s room, pushed open the door and quickly took note of an empty Vaseline bottle lying at the foot of her bed. Whatever it meant, it could not be good...
