Irene saunters into my bedroom where I am trying to have quiet time. I inform her of this fact.
She wrinkles her nose. Well, she says, “Why don’t you just discuss things with your heavenly daughter?”
Anita Mathias's Blog on Faith and Art
Irene saunters into my bedroom where I am trying to have quiet time. I inform her of this fact.
She wrinkles her nose. Well, she says, “Why don’t you just discuss things with your heavenly daughter?”