Great Minds Think Alike

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."

Ah.

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 ...