“Last word, His Word.” It was a game my college roommate and I played.
After lights were out, our conversation slowed. And one of us would say this phrase. When we remembered.
The other had to share a verse. From memory.
“Last word, His Word.” It was a game my college roommate and I played.
After lights were out, our conversation slowed. And one of us would say this phrase. When we remembered.
The other had to share a verse. From memory.
The realtors come to look at our house. Consider its selling features. Advise on what we must do as we get ready to place it on the market.
We know we need to clear the clutter. But their first comment? “You sure have a lot of books.”
Why, yes. Yes we do.
Then comes the directive.
“Clear out this bookcase and that one and that one. Go ahead and pack those books. Store them out of sight.”