God and I had a conversation about the shape of my home:
God: Daily prayer?
Me : Check.
God: Regular Bible study?
Me: Pretty much.
God: Worship?
Me: Never miss a Sunday.
God: Tithes and offerings?
Me: Check.
God: Remember the Sabbath?
Me: Check . . . well, there was that trip to Walmart. But it was an emergency. Car needed antifreeze.
God: Good works?
Me: Now and then.
God: Encouraging words?
Me: I was critical of my neighbor and rude to my husband, I admit.
Better shape than I used to be, not yet the shape I ought to be.
