Not to say that we both have great minds, but...
I've been thinking about the devotional I was asked to do for tomorrow night's Ladies' meeting.
By Monday night I had come up with a plan which involved a Max Lucado children's story.
Perfect, I thought.
Today I went looking for it.
I checked the bookshelf.
Then I carefully checked the bookshelf.
I determined that it must still be in a box somewhere, so after supper I told Randall I was going over to the church to check the library.
"Which book?" he asked.
I told him.
"Oh." he said, "I was planning to use that during the Service in a couple of weeks."
So I went back to the shelf.
"This will work!" I triumphed, wielding another Max Lucado children's story.
"Um... I have plans for that one too," said my ever lovin' husband.
Back, yet once again, to the drawing board.
As it stands now, I have two choices. One is better, but I have never yet read it without breaking down. The other is less likely to leave me verklempt, but is likewise less poignant.
I have a feeling I'll go with the weepy story. It has a good message that can be tied in with advent and Christmas.
And I may be just congested enough to pass off the guaranteed thickness in my throat as part of my sickness... and with a well timed cough or two, maybe I'll make it through ...