I recently received a notice from the Post Office regarding the space my postal carrier pulls into to deliver my mail, Apparently it was starting to sink a bit.
This notice was not an FYI.
They expected me to fix it. So I did.
And by "I did" I mean I called my Dad and asked him to fix it.
One of many reasons why I love my parents. And why I'm codependent.
Originally posted July 7, 2008
My parents and I had a really great conversation this past week about all kinds of things. I am so glad to be able to have "really great conversation(s)" with my parents. They probably thought it was impossible since most of my chats with them started with one of the following:
- "I didn't plan my money well this month."
- "I locked my __________ in my ________."
- "Can I have this?" (said while pointing to food, dishes, books, furniture...)
The best question that came out of the conversation was "What do you do about the sin of others?" Billy Graham said once "It is God's job to judge, the Holy Spirit's job to convict, and our job to love." We all agreed on that one.