Did you read my "Unreal” post the other day?
We had a guy come today to do some repairs in our house. Some fans, a light in our kitchen, some furniture, etc.
He left and we sat down to dinner.
And then my husband’s meal prayer included this line “Thank you God for Usama and the work he did for us today. Please help the things he repaired stay fixed for a little while.”
Can you see how low our expectations are? It’s kind of sad.
Oh my word.
And I tell you, not 30 seconds later the light in the kitchen went out.