Dear Cousin Judy,

Literate for a Day

Someone or something you can’t communicate with through writing (a baby, a pet, an object) can understand every single word you write today, for one day only. What do you tell them?


Dear Cousin Judy,

Today I can communicate with you and you can understand me.

Growing up, I would watch you as you sat in your wheelchair- unable to talk, move, or even eat by yourself.  I often wondered what ran through your mind.  I wished that I could say a prayer or wave my hand and make you like the rest of my cousins so that we could laugh and talk together.  The doctors thought that you would not live this long; they said that you do not have any understanding or thought process.  But your family knows differently because we hear your attempted laughs when something humorous is said.  We hear your cries when you hurt or are sick.  However, I still do not know how much you have understood over the years.

Now, I have this one chance.  A chance to talk to you through paper.  A chance for you to wholly understand what I am saying.

I want to first of all apologize for the way people have treated you.  You probably have felt the stares and noticed the way people fear you because you are different.  Those who do not understand mental and emotional illnesses either stay far away or laugh at those afflicted.  So I want to say that I am sorry for that.  Your kind heart has probably already forgiven them because you see things through a different pair of eyes than they see through.

I want to tell you that you still are valuable and precious.  Even though some “professionals” would say you should have never had a chance at life; you were placed here for a reason.  Your brothers and sisters have grown into beautiful men and women because of having you in their life.  They too had to work through the pain of stares, laughs, ridicules, and hardships; but it has formed deep character within them.  God thinks you are special, even if humans try to say that you aren’t.  I wish that you didn’t have to suffer so much in this broken world.  Have you ever wondered why you couldn’t play outside like the other children, why you couldn’t join in on Saturday-night pizza parties, why you couldn’t fall in love and raise a family like your siblings are doing?  I’m sorry for all that you have missed out on, but I want to tell you that one day everything will be made right.  Judy, one day you will be able to walk and talk and sing and dance because you will be perfect.  I can’t wait for that day to stand by your side as we sing praises to God for erasing all the wrong, hurt, and sin that was brought into this world and caused so much pain.

I want to let you know that you are loved very much by your family.  Your mom and dad spent many hours in feeding, changing, and bathing you.  They have faithfully taken you and your wheelchair with them wherever they go, but it is not just a chore or duty that makes them do it.  They do it because they love you very much.  Your siblings appreciate you and do not think you are worthless.  And I love you too, Judy.

I will probably never get this chance again to communicate in a way that you can fully understand here on earth; so I shall look forward to meeting you in Heaven some day where there is no barrier in communication.  Until then, thank you for being a part of our family.

Love Your Cousin,

MarJ, dailypost, postaday


Remind Me of Home

An Ounce of Home—You’re embarking on a yearlong round-the-world adventure, and can take only one small object with you to remind you of home. What do you bring along for the trip?


Wohoo—it’s time to depart!  My plane flies out of JFK at 11:00 a.m., and I’m bound for a world-wide adventure.  My dream of traveling the world is finally coming true.  I will stand beside the Eiffel Tower, ride a gondola in Italy, climb the Alps in Switzerland, gaze at the Great Wall of China, meet kangaroos in Australia…oh, there is so much to do!

I say farewell to you, my dear friends.  I will be gone for a year and will not return until June 19, 2015.  I packed everything I need for the next 365 days into two suitcases and a carry-on.  There was only room to pack one small object to remind me of home.  Oh, how I will miss home.  I won’t be going shopping with my brother, out-to-eat with my father, or laughing and talking with my mother while I’m away.  I wish they could go with me, but I only have one ticket.  What did I pack that will ease the homesickness when I’m lonely?  What did I pack that will keep the tears from falling when I think upon my dog, my bookshelves, my home, my friends…?

I gently pull the item from my carry-on to show you.  This is what I picked to take along, my Bible.  I chose my Bible because nothing else holds all the love and memories that it does.  Each of the notes and scribblings inside remind me of certain times (whether good of bad) that I went through during my many years in Pennsylvania.  Within the pocket of the Bible cover are pictures of friends; so that I can look upon their smiling faces and pray for them.  Within the Bible’s pages are pictures of my family.  I will not forget my brother’s mischievous humor, my father’s strong yet gentle spirit, and my mother’s beautiful giving heart- because I will see them every time I gaze upon the photographs.  Within a certain pocket, I also keep special letters of encouragement that I have received over the years.  These tell of past events or happenings that have shaped me into who I am.

I also know that there is nothing more comforting than the words written in the Bible.  This is what reminds me of my “True Home”.  This is what keeps me close to the heart of God and His will.  This is how I learn right from wrong and know what my Father desires.  When I read from here, I am reminded of Home.

Within my Bible are reminders of my two homes- one on earth and one in Heaven.  So I will stick it back inside my backpack so it’s easy to pull out when I’m feeling lonely, and I will grab my suitcases and bid you Adieu!

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Sippin’ Guilt through a Straw


Daily Post Prompt:  What’s the one guilty pleasure you have that’s so good, you no longer feel guilty about it?

I like to brag that I live healthily- I don’t smoke; I don’t do drugs; I rarely drink coffee, sweet teas, or sodas; I don’t drink alcoholic beverages; I exercise almost every day; I get seven hours of sleep at night; I wake up at 5:30 in the morning; and I eat healthily (for the most part).

However there is one guilty pleasure that I participate in that is just to good to quit.  Ah, a chai tea latte (iced in the spring, frozen in the summer, pumpkin spice added in the fall, and hot in the winter) will just make waterfalls dance and rainbows swirl and flowers blossom.  I know, I know, they cost a nice chunk of change, and sixteen ounces of that deliciousness pack a whopping 240 calories; but they are irresistible.

I used to have a higher resistance, but now it is getting harder and harder to say no.  Any Starbucks, Panera Bread, or Sheetz automatically pulls me through the doors to a cup of spice and sweetness blended in perfection.  I convince myself that I work hard and should reward myself once in a while (or once in a lot) and will easily burn those added calories.

And guess what!  A Sheetz is moving in down the road within walking distance, which means that “book and chai” dates might happen even more often.  Maybe I should just start a piggy bank labeled Chai Tea Latte Fund, which eliminates all financial guilt… and of course, if I walk to get my drink, that eliminates calorie guilt.  See, there’s always a way to keep a chai close by;)


It’s a sweet trip to the candy shop

junk food

Daily Prompt:  What’s your biggest junk food weakness? Tell us all about it in its sugary, salty, glory.

Junk food hasn’t really been a huge thing for me…  I don’t receive any enjoyment from chips, instead they make me feel greasy and salty.  Donuts and cakes are uninteresting to my taste buds; and even sweet drinks do not impress me much.  Hot dogs and frozen meals taste as fake as cardboard and usually make me feel sick in my stomach.

I think a lot is due to the fact that my mother tried to raise us children on three healthy meals a day without a bunch of junk food to coat our systems with nastiness.  When we would go to the cabins with friends, they would snack all day long on whatever junk food they found laying around, and then they would not be hungry for a proper meal.  I could never quite understand how Pringles could be more appealing than grilled chicken and baked potatoes, but I guess each person has his own likes.  When the hereditary diabetic problems began to tickle me with its nasty fingers, I started to limit my sweets and junk food intake all the more.  It is surprising how when you give something up, it does not even taste good when you go back to it.  Pies used to call my name, but now they taste sugary and blah.

However before I sound perfect in my food-intake choices, I should let you know that I still do have a huge weakness.  This weakness comes in the form of frozen yogurt machines with countless choices of flavored yogurt, followed by miles of toppings like fudge, cookie dough, granola, cinnamon cereal, peanut-butter sauce….

And the thing is, I can con myself into believing how good it is for me since there are options for non-fat, low-calorie, and sugar-free yogurts.  When I arrive at the scales and my non-fat yogurt is weighed in, I soon realize though that the fun toppings which I could not resist account for most of the weight and completely do away with my good intentions.  But oh, that chocolatey, peanut-buttery goodness just melts in your mouth!  I guess everyone has their battles, and mine will continue to be with the frozen yogurt shops that are encamped around my neighborhood.  But I shall boost my self-control and win (well, that is, after I have at least one more peace talk with the enemy)!

“I’ve thrown away my toys,
Even my drums and trains,
I want to make some noise,
With real live airplanes.
Some day I’m going to fly,
I’ll be a pilot to,
And when I do,
How would you,
Like to be my crew?

On the good ship
Its a sweet trip
To the candy shop
Where bon-bon’s play,
On the sunny beach
Of peppermint bay
Lemonade stands,
Crackerjack bands,
Fill the air,
And there you are,
Happy landings on a chocolate bar.
See the sugar bowl
Do a tootsie roll
In a big bad devils food cake,
If you eat too much,
Oh, oh,
You’ll awake,
With a tummy ache.

On the good ship
Its a nice trip,
In to bed you hop,
And dream away,
On the good ship
Lollipop.” – Whiting and Clare….sung by Shirley Temple


Buckets, Lists, and Dreams!


The daily prompt for today is to create a list; so I decided to share some of my bucket list in hopes that I can hear about some of your *dreams*!  My father is a dreamer; he often says that everyone needs to have a dream to plot and plan and chew on.  God intended for man to dream and hope.  Abraham kept hope for years that he would have a son.  David dreamed and planned the building of the tabernacle- he never actually was able to accomplish it, but his son did.  Some times, God gives us specific dreams so that His will may be accomplished, and some times our dreams are just fantasy and may never actually happen.  As long as we’re open to God’s plans and forming our hopes on Him and not against Him, I think He likes to see us DREAM.  So go ahead- dream big!

A few things from my Bucket List—-  I won’t tell you all of them, and let me quote Jamie from the movie A Walk to Remember, “I’d tell you, but then I’d have to kill you” – okay, I really wouldn’t (remember I’m nonresistant;).  Some are crazy, unachievable, and will never happen, some are of no real value except to say that I did it, and some are great ambitions….but all are fun to dream!

-Tutor children with learning disabilities and have the privilege of helping them learn and understand

-Visit all 50 states (only need Alaska, Hawaii, North Dakota, and Maine yet)

-Own a vintage VW Beetle

-Go on CAM’s disaster relief teams

-See the northern lights

-Help out at a children’s home and work with foster-care kids that are hurting and neglected

-Set foot on all of the continents

-Camp on the water, on a raft

-Be in a professional musical (favorite choices would be “The Sound of Music” or “Anne of Green Gables”)

-Publish a book through a reputable publisher—– and then write some more and publish some more and write some more…..

-Volunteer at a children’s hospital

-Teach first grade

-Have a library in my house

-But most of all I want my life to be this quote

“I don’t want to drive up to the pearly gates in a shiny sports car, wearing beautifully, tailored clothes, my hair expertly coiffed, and with long, perfectly manicured fingernails.
I want to drive up in a station wagon that has mud on the wheels from taking kids to scout camp.
I want to be there with a smudge of peanut butter on my shirt from making sandwiches for a sick neighbors children.
I want to be there with a little dirt under my fingernails from helping to weed someone’s garden.
I want to be there with children’s sticky kisses on my cheeks and the tears of a friend on my shoulder.
I want the Lord to know I was really here and that I really lived.”


Now it’s time to share some of your bucket-list dreams.  I would love to hear about them=)


Footprints on the Sands of Time


Daily Prompt:  Wasted Days and Wasted Nights

Time is a gift that is given to each of us.  Some of us have eighty years in our box, and some of us only have twenty.  We have no idea what amount is in the gift that we hold in our hands.  Our gift is nonexchangeable; and once spent, it can never be regained.

Sobering thought when you think about it.  We can either spend our gift with nothing to show for it or we can use our time to create and build something that will far outlast us.  The things that will outlast our lives are the lives of others, our reputation and heritage, and our service for God.  I too often have spent my time on pointless activities instead of investing into the ones around me; crafting a legacy of honor, honesty, and love; and working as the hands of God on earth.

It is so easy to let a day go by and then realize that it was completely worthless.  How can I use each second, each minute, each hour, and each day to the fullest so that I can give my very best to each moment?

Lists are great ways to accomplish what needs to be done; yet I need to remember that I should not be so focused on what needs to get done that I neglect the special little things of life.  I need to do my job, but yet I need to take time to gaze at sunsets, dance in rain showers, and run in the salty ocean breezes.  I need to make sure that my family is taken care of, but yet I need to take the time to hug them and truly listen to what they are saying.  I need to do my Christian responsibilities, but yet I need to take the time to see each person as a precious individual, look into their eyes and feel their pain, and help to bind their wounds.  Those special things are what will be “the footprints in the sands of time”.

Perhaps the very best way to get things done and not waste time is to remember that time can be wasted.

I think I’ll write myself a note that I can see every morning before I crawl out of bed to remind myself of the gift that I have been given- so that I can always use it to its fullest potential!

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882)


“TELL me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream ! —
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.

Life is real !   Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal ;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.

Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way ;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Find us farther than to-day.

Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.

In the world’s broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle !
Be a hero in the strife !

Trust no Future, howe’er pleasant !
Let the dead Past bury its dead !
Act,— act in the living Present !
Heart within, and God o’erhead !

Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time ;

Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o’er life’s solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.

Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate ;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.”


Do, Re, Mi…


Daily Prompt:  If you’re feeling blah, what is the one thing you do that you can count on to put a smile on your face?

As I was growing up, whenever there was some kind of emotional problem in the family, Dad’s solution was to SING.  When my brother and I were scared, we would sing “When I am afraid, I will trust in Him”.  When I was complaining, I would have to sing “Count your many blessings”.  As weird as it sounds, it worked.  At first I would grudgingly mutter the words, but before long there was complete energy and volume coming out of my mouth and a smile upon my face.

Even now, when I am in “the depths of despair” (a quote I can’t help but love from Anne of Green Gables), I will go sit down at the piano, pull out a songbook, and start singing random songs to lift my mood.

There are times when life seems so hard that the last thing a person wants to do is sing….but I have found that those are the times when singing is needed the most.  No matter how hard it is, it needs to be done.

Singing in some unexplainable way has power with it.  Watch a crowd at a concert compared to a crowd at a speaking event.  Music reaches the soul faster than words.  Somehow it is easier to sing one’s feelings than to speak them.

God designed music from the beginning of time- listen to the birds chirping, waves crashing, leaves rustling, wind howling, kittens purring, rain dripping, thunder rolling, and children giggling.  The whole earth can’t help but join in the symphony of praise to the Creator.  That, I believe, is why music can put a smile on my face when I am feeling blah.  God allows us to use music as a form of prayer and communication with Him when feelings can not be put into mere words.

Of course whatever God made for good, the Enemy tries to destroy and warp.  Just as positive music can uplift, motivate, and encourage so can negative music discourage, irritate, and incite harmful passions and thoughts.  Music is so powerful, that left in the wrong hands, it can cause chaos and confusion and a ripping of the soul.   That is why the lyrics of a song are very important as well, because words with music are absorbed more quickly than the spoken word by itself.

Don’t quite believe yet the power of song?

David’s playing of the harp quieted the evil spirit within Saul.

Paul and Silas’ singing sparked an earthquake.

On the last night with His disciples, Jesus sang with them.

Miriam burst into song after the crossing of the Red Sea.

David, the man after God’s own heart, was continually singing and writing psalms.

Athletes take advantage of music to boost their training.

Research is being done on how music helps those suffering from dementia and autism.

Music therapy is used to help some hospital patients.

It is being discovered that music causes the brain to release dopamine, which is a chemical responsible for feelings of pleasure.

Colossians 3:16 – Let the word of Christ dwell in you richly in all wisdom; teaching and admonishing one another in psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, singing with grace in your hearts to the Lord.

Isn’t it beautiful that we hold such an important key within our larynx!  That key unlocks the door to our soul so that God can refresh and renew us when we lift our voices up to Him through songs of praise and prayer.




You can take the girl from the country, but not the country from the girl


Daily Prompt-  Look out your back window or door — describe what you see, as if you were trying to convey the scene to someone from another country or planet.

I look out my back door, and fences greet me.  They subtly remind me that I am boxed in by neighbors; they tell me that I am now an adult and should be to busy to care about what lies out the back door anymore.  I can see patches of grass and blue sky, but there is something missing; and I can’t help but feel sad about the way humans build and close out the nature that God created.

My absolute favorite years of my life were spent as a child in the country.  Growing up, I could look out my back door and see rolling fields of brown and green hues.  I could hear the farm animals in the distance, and I loved the sound of chickens, cows, horses, and dogs.  I would watch the Amish farmers cultivate the deep rich soil with their team of horses and plow.    Soon, life would begin to spring from the quiet ground.  By summer, there were miles of corn dancing and waving in the country breezes that would blow off the mountain.  I would stand beside the field and look up as the corn would tower above my head and tickle my face with its leaves and tassels.  Fall would come and turn the corn stalks that were left standing into a lonely brown color.  They reminded me of a remnant left behind to face the cold weather on their own.  Pumpkins would start to fill the neighboring fields with shades of brilliant orange.  I would spend countless hours outside gazing at the mountain as it would change into its autumn garment.  Slowly the green leaves of the trees were swept into golds, auburns, mauves, crimsons, and lemon colors.  Then the snow would come and blanket everything in a deep sleep.


I had the most beautiful childhood experiences in the countryside outside my back door.  Spring would find me searching for the first crocus so I could hope that life was starting again.  Then the daffodils and tulips would follow with their cheery faces.  I could not help but feel happy when they smiled at me.  I would find the carefully constructed nests of the robins and then peek in on the eggs from time to time.  I was fascinated when the eggs slowly broke open and scrawny little red creatures appeared.  But those alien-like birdlings were soon covered in down and would quickly devour the food their parents brought them, until they were finally old enough and big enough to strike out on their own.  I would say goodbye as the nest emptied and hoped that next spring would bring Mom and Dad Robin back again to start another family.

Summers were full of dandelions and butterflies.  I would run through the grass barefoot, playing tag and tug-of-war with the dogs.  Dad would grill something on the weekend evenings, and we would have a grand picnic outside.  There was nothing quite like a summer rain; the smell after a rainstorm was indescribable.  I could watch a thunderstorm coming in- the trees would whip back and forth; the sky would turn shades of dark blue, green, and purple; huge clouds would mount in the distance like giants preparing for attack; hail and rain would pelt the house; and I would quickly run downstairs to seek shelter from the booms of thunder and the white strikes of lightning.  Rain meant that there was mud to use in my pretend bakery, and I would create mud cakes and cookies and other “delicious” pastries.  My brother and I would spend our day outside until we were tired and grass-stained, and then fall into a happy sleep while the lightning bugs were our nightlights and the crickets sang us bedtime lullabyes.

Fall was filled with raking leaves and then jumping into the huge piles we gathered.  There were searches for crickets to feed to my pet praying mantis that I loved dearly.  I thoroughly enjoyed the break from the humidity of June, July, and August and relished the cold nip in the air that would turn my nose red.  The last of the garden would be gathered before letting it retire for the next few months, and the whole earth seemed to be preparing for hibernation.  Campfires and hayrides were autumn highlights that will long be treasured in my bank of memories.  Nothing can replace the smell of the fire, the taste of the s’mores, and the laughing with friends and family while bumping along on scratchy hay bales.

Winter brought snow with it, which meant more outdoor fun.  There were snowball fights, snowmen creating, snowfort and igloo building, and fox and geese games.  There was a little group of trees at the corner of the house that made a tiny hideaway which became magical after a snowstorm.  In my childhood imagination, that place became enchanted and seemed to hold ancient tales of adventure.  My very favorite part of winter was when it would start snowing right at dusk.  I liked to stand outside and feel the flakes falling on my face.  It seemed as if I was the only person in the white, quiet, magical world around me.  In the morning, I would look out the back door and see nothing but white.  There were no human footsteps on it yet to destroy the purity of the beauty.

Those were the things that I saw out my back door; those were the moments that are priceless; those are the “back door” occasions that I wish every child could experience.  My back door no longer looks over those things; but if I close my eyes, I can still see the country joys that awaited me outside my childhood’s back door!


Please Throw Away the Candy Wrappers


Daily Prompt: Never Gonna Give You Up

You. We know *you* are vice-free, dear Daily Post reader. But others around you and in your life are riddled with vices: they smoke; they eat too much celery; they hog the covers; they can’t keep their hands out of the office candy bowl. Which vice or bad habit can you simply not abide in others?  Photographers, artists, poets: show us VICE.

Yesterday I spent a huge amount of time unwrapping peanut-butter cups and jolly ranchers for a program coming up that has a snack for 150 people afterwards.  Foolish, I know, when I have so much other stuff that I could be doing with my time.  BUT, I absolutely cannot abide seeing crumpled candy wrappers scattered all over the place.

Time and time again, the guests leave; and scattered cups and candy wrappers are left behind as if a tornado just came through and disrupted the orderliness of life.

So, this time, I am going to save my after-party cleaning time and keep myself from high blood-pressure levels by eliminating the possibility of candy wrappers.

I know, it is not a huge issue; but yet it is.

Responsibility is a major thing that is lacking in today’s society.  Have you ever tried to plan an event and ended up pulling out your hair because 75% of the invites never RSVP back?  Have you ever seen the mess that people leave behind after a meal?  Very few look ahead or think of more than themselves.

I think this is one of my biggest pet peeves.  I was taught to throw away my trash when I was at another person’s place.  I was told that you do the dishes for the hostess because she worked hard to prepare the party.  I was drilled in the fact that you leave a place nicer than you found it.  I have learned that it is extremely helpful to reply back within the deadline and confirm whether or not you are going to an event.  So, this irritates me when other people do not live up to this even though I do.

However, I need to be forgiving- because there is always going to be something that I do that drives the ones around me crazy.  I need to be careful that I don’t destroy my friendships because of my criticalness (sorry, that is not actually a word), and realize that we’re even- because maybe the way I squeeze the toothpaste or fold the towels gets on their nerves.  So until I am perfect (which will not be until I reach Heaven), I can not “point out the spot in my friend’s eye when I have major obstacles in my own”! 

It is all about working together and learning from each other.  I need to be able to take criticism and change in myself what irritates others, I need to be able to be patient with those habits in others that annoy me, and I need to love no matter what.  Love and Patience are the keys to overlooking and forgiving the faults (like abandoned candy wrappers) that can grow into huge obstacles and destroy relationships!


Just a dustrag


ImageDaily Prompt: Those Dishes Won’t Do Themselves (Unfortunately)

 by michelle w. on February 6, 2014

What’s the household task you most dislike doing? Why do you think that is — is it the task itself, or something more?  Photographers, artists, poets: show us HOME.

—-Growing up, I was always in charge of the dusting.  I hate dusting!  No matter how hard I try to make it entertaining, it just does not work.  I turn the music up loud, switch the order in which I dust the rooms, and listen to audio stories; but nothing does the trick. 

I would spend hours as a child trying to get everything dusted perfectly, because a mother always seems to know when you miss something.  I looked forward to the day when I would no longer need to dust a house, because I would be traveling the world or doing some other non-domestic thing.  As you can most likely guess, I still am dusting.  In fact, I have a few rooms upstairs calling my name right now- just waiting for their layer of dead skin follicles, road dirt, and (whatever else makes up dust) to be removed.

I think it is more than just dusting in itself that I dislike.  Yes, I hate having to remove all the decorations off of the furniture, polishing the wood, cleaning the little items, placing them back, and making sure that I actually did get all the dust and did not simply move it around….but it is more than that.  I detest the time I spend doing something that I do not enjoy when I could be doing something that I do enjoy, like writing or reading or playing the piano. 

Somehow I need to realize that I can try to flee the things I hate, but sooner or later the chore of dusting or something else I dislike will find me and need to be done in order that my life can flow smoothly and properly.  Plus, the heart and energy I put into the little things will translate into the way I do the big “important” things.  

The best thing for me is to buckle down and just DO it.  I guess I need those things so that it makes the enjoyable moments all the sweeter.  I think it makes God smile when we can do the things like dusting to the best of our ability with as much joy as if we were cruising the Mediterranean.

Colossians 3:23  King James Version (KJV)-   “And whatsoever ye do, do it heartily, as to the Lord, and not unto men.”

Blessings to each person today as you do those seemingly annoying and worthless tasks that you just can’t stand, and may it instead become a way of showcasing God’s glory!