I like it when girls wear bracelets on their teeth!
Moving from the ridiculous to the sublime...
Yesterday, Elizabeth asked me to sing a Sunday School song she's recently learned: My Sins Are Blotted Out, I Know! – except that she mispronounced blotted.
I prefer to say /blooded/!That's quite a picturesque understanding of the forgiveness Christ offers. Isn't it?!
Why? I asked.
Because it sounds like blood, and that's what Jesus does with our sin!