Hi. Good Saturday morning to you all. Trina here, bringing you a little Saturday morning silliness.
Just two weeks ago, I told you all that there was a knock at my door. Well, this fine, brisk Saturday morning, my doorbell rang.
I handled the people on my stoop in much the same way I handled the last pair of God’s children who summoned me to my door on a “lazy” Saturday morning (I was working at the time). All the while, of course, the dog was trying to push her way by me.
I have to say that prior to that Saturday two weeks ago, it had been years since God’s children had last found their way to my door. I am getting suspitious.
Do you think they are ganging up on me?
Do you think they are passing my address around?
Do you think it’s a conspiracy?
Do you think it’s a sign?
Do you think I have to wait until it happens one more time (making it three times – trinity) before I chalk it up as a miracle and repent like Francis Collins after seeing a frozen waterfall? Or does it only count if the people were all frozen? (It was kind of cold outside both times.)
Do you think I ask too many questions?