I hear his warm, rich tenor penetrate my disheveled house, and I melt from the beauty of the sound and from the messiness of my house.
I have a valid reason not to get further into the house than the kitchen. I don't have to face him if I don't want to, you know, because dinner has to be cooked and the morning dishes and after school snack leftovers await me in the sink and on every counter.
The kitchen alone is appalling. ...
I'm guest posting at Michelle DeRusha's blog today. She's written a memoir of her uneasy faith called Spiritual Misfit. I've read it and I think you might find yourself and your own uneasy faith in her pages. You can find out more about it on her book page or just go preorder it using the links below. It releases April 15.
Her story will make you laugh, then catch you by surprise with tenderness and fill you with unexpected grace once she convinces you it's impossible.
You might find that you, too, are a spiritual misfit, or, better yet, want to actually become one.
My incriminating house and unexpected company? Well, it's a spiritual misfit tale of the divergent kind.
No. Not that Divergent. But humor me — come on over to Michelle's.