Wednesday, July 17, 2013


On this particular morning, I went to a prayer meeting at church. When I got back home, I looked in the mirror and realized that this was probably what the other pastors' wives had tried not to look at, tried not to laugh at, tried not to make direct eye contact with.

Humidity and my hair don't mix well.

Or could it have been that our prayer meeting had gone to new heights?


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