As I was on my knees one Saturday afternoon, I had an epiphany.
Lest you think I was on my knees praying, I wasn’t, although Lord knows I should have been. And it wasn’t so much an epiphany as it was a random thought.
My husband and I were painting, he up on a ladder, me on my knees with a brush painting the bottom of the walls along the edging.
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