A few weeks ago I asked for your input about some ideas you’d like to see addressed here on my blog. I was
alarmed pleasantly surprised that you took me up on my offer! Some of your questions have had my mind spinning and thinking and thinking and spinning. Others of them, were just plain ole funny.
You probably don’t know Raf. Raf and the Bealls go WAY back. Way, way back. We did youth and music ministry together for a few years. We hung out regularly. We went camping together. We were in a small group together. We went on retreats with teenagers together. We did life together in our San Antonio days. Chris and I ABSOLUTELY adore Raf and his wife, LeAnn. We miss them terribly, too.
While Raf is a wonderful man of Christ, he is also very funny. And goofy. And sometimes odd. Did I say that out loud?
Take note of his request that I am going to address: Farting. But you’re not surprised, are you?
Of course I’m not surprised, Raf. I sang with you every single week for a couple of years while you were making farting noises behind my back.
Note: My apologies for those who are still disgruntled that I posted my son’s poop on my blog. I’m a mother of boys, for cryin’ out loud. It’s in our everyday life to discuss bodily functions and Jesus. Sometimes together in the same sentence; sometimes not. So shoot me.
My reaction godly wisdom and counsel to Raf and anyone else who cares?
Don’t hold it in.
I’m just sayin’.