It was 6:00 a.m. and the first Saturday the family and I were able to “sleep in” in a while. And by sleep in, I was hoping to sleep until 8:00 a.m. AT LEAST. Every weekend we’ve had some sort of event or crisis or agenda. This was the first Saturday we can sleep. For the love of all things comfy in my king size bed, let me sleep.
My husband heard my cries and offered to drive our 13-yr-old to Patmos. This is a ministry of our church youth group where they go to Houston and/or Galveston to serve the homeless. My child, my sweet merciful child, never wants to miss. I love his heart. That morning, however, I didn’t show it.