I sat in church last week and heard some one say she read her grandmother's small journal entry" was angry, didn't go to church." She said she found a lot of comfort in those few words. She said she could identify on many levels.
Maybe we say too much these days. I always thought days gone by didn't talk enough. I haven't posted much because I didn't have the time and desire to fill a whole blog. I think I am going to try to dedicated summer posts to few words are enough.
So my small entry today:
"Kids are old enough to play alone in the mud of the irrigation ditch. Heaven and Hell. House clean for now, extra laundry tonight."
