My prayer life has been super dry lately. With Lent around the corner, I’ll be taking the long road home toward rediscovering prayer with a Walk in Her Sandals by Kelly Wahlquist.
Costco’s not usually the place one associates with hearing God’s voice. Since when does private revelation occur amidst giant flats of toilet paper?
Apparently, when you need it.
We had survived the general madness intact. G took B to the bathroom while F and I waited in line. He was getting fidgety, and before long was in my arms instead of the cart seat.
Man, that boy’s gotten heavy.
Anyway, there I was, wiggly two year old on one hip and a giant cart of necessities on the other. My helpers were still in the bathroom when my turn came to load the belt, so I shifted F higher and leaned into the cart.