This is a picture of my husband Kenny trying to keep things in order at my house while I go through Medically Induced Menopause (LOL). I know he feels like he is hearding wild cattle or cats or something. The doctor said I could get some hormones when things got a little rough, and poor Kenny is practicing talking like me so he can call in an order now. This is the exact hymn he has been singing over and over like a prayer to God to deliver him.
The Twisted Sister Challenge at SCS this week is to make something in brown with one other color, use two dies or punches, and use ribbon or twine. I think I got this one right.
Do you think God feels like he is constantly herding us, trying to keep us from running off a cliff, drowning in a rushing river, getting trampled when we try to follow the crowd, or being eaten by a coyote? Just a thought.
Easter Hugz to all!!!