When we're in the village, I wake up early and putz around my room until a godly hour to be awake. Once we're in town, though, I've been getting up when I wake up and I eat my breakfast over FaceTime with my mom. That usually takes place around 5 AM. Now, I thought it was fine because I took my call outside. A week later, I just found out that everyone inside has been able to hear every word of my morning calls.
My first reaction was, "Oh my word, I'm so sorry for being rude." Second reaction? "Oh shizzle wizzle, I hope I haven't said anything to my mom that I wouldn't want anyone else hearing." The reality is, I'm just embarrassed and I can either handle it with grace and humor, or I can crumble.
Truthfully, I'm praying the Lord would give me grace, because this homeskillet wants to crumble like a stale cookie.
Jesus, help.
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