Good and meaningful story flagle

That was sincerely hilarious and on point. Well stated!

And maybe some little things that don't get their deserved attention:

• more than 2 or 3 squares on the toilet paper roll when I needed it
• for the needle on the gas gauge staying in the red and not just hitting bottom when driving home
• beer being in the fridge when I thought I ran out
• the phone ringing when I didn't think I'd be able to get away from the coworker's discussion running long
• forgiving school staff when I wasn't sure if my obnoxious kid would graduate
• I didn't get sick after consuming the milk that looked like it had some particulates forming
• when I thought it might be a fart and it was

I'm sure this is only a minuscule sampling of the things some of us could be giving thanks for.

Thank you Jesus for the absolutely filthy threesome I am about to partake in! I will think of you while ploughing the one dressed as a nun!

Thank you Jesus for the pie and millions of starving children in the world.

I don't think is was a praying for everything thing. For some reason Christians insist on praying before eating. It drives me nuts.

My idiot aunt once prayed that nobody would steal the car that her husband had left the keys in at the parking lot of the restaurant where they were eating. Right, children are going to bed hungry and there is all kinds of horror in the world but let's pray that your stupidity goes unnoticed. Morons, all of them.

haha this is great. Your bio is funny too. I'd read ya.
/have to figure out how to reconfigure settings on the kindle tho

Maybe I could understand if he could at least deliver an accurate weather forecast

My mom was the backbone of her little Presbyterian Church in Kentucky. She taught Sunday school, and called her class "The Encouragers." She was generous, kind and never prosthelytized or pushed anyone to believe. She served with love - and she baked the best pies you have ever tasted. She was an incredible cook - and when people ate what she had to offer, the love was baked right in. It wasn't God in that pie, or casserole, or batch of brownies. It was my Mom's love and devotion. My former husband was a chef, and he always said, "you can follow the recipe, but the main ingredient is love." That's what your comment reminded me of. And when we speak about believers, it can behoove us all to remember not to vilify them all. Your story reminds us of that very simple idea.