What did you call me???

“What did you call me???” Depending on the attitude those words are spoken with, they can mean a lot of different things. Have you ever heard them? Spoken them? They bring back memories of growing up for me. (I have 2 sisters and 1 brother, and let’s just say we didn’t always obey the golden rule.) Names would fly, and then you’d hear, “What did you call me?” And then…well…let’s just move on, shall we? Or they could be the case of…..

What do you see?

We used to play this game at my grandmother’s house growing up where you would look all around and focus in on something, and then you would say, “Ridda Marie, Ridda Marie, I see something you don’t see, and it’s……white.” Or whatever color it was. Then everyone else would look around and try to guess what it was. And whoever won got to be “it.” Our words would describe what we were seeing. Is it a cloud? Is it a flower? Of course, if no one guessed, you got to be it again, so you always tried to pick some teeny-tiny small fleck of something only you could see. David shows us something about this in Psalm 57…

Krazy Glue Strong

If you’re old enough, when I say the words Krazy Glue, the first image that will pop into your mind is the construction worker hanging high off the ground holding onto his hard hat as he dangles attached to the beam by only Krazy Glue. The idea was he was so convinced that Krazy Glue would hold him, he was willing to take that risk. He knew he wouldn’t fall. It would hold. I have found something stronger than Krazy Glue……
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