Our church holds ladies’ meetings. (yeah. Way to start off a post, right?)
A couple weeks ago, it was one such meeting. We normally hold it at someone’s house, but this time it was in our church’s fellowship hall.
It was a long hard day at work for me. I was dirty, sweaty, and tired; and I only had about an hour to get a shower and get cleaned up and put my feet up for a few minutes. Continue reading On Ladies’ Meetings and Shoeboxes