“Come now, let us settle the matter,” says the Lord. “Though
your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they are red
as crimson, they shall be like wool.”
“Oh, no! Look what you did!”
“I didn’t do it. You did it!”
I heard my tween-aged daughters bickering below in the
kitchen.
“Hold on a minute,” I said to their grandmother, Dottie,
who was on the other end of my phone conversation. “What’s going on?” I called
down to the two.
“She knocked over the nail polish remover,” one admitted.
“Oh, no! I’ll need to call you back,” I told Dottie, as I
rushed down the stairs to settle the matter.
