Charmed, I'm sure...
"I'm just going to find a chair and sit down." That was the comment my husband made as I took my daughters shopping this weekend. As we walked by his resting place, I noticed the glazed look in his eyes. When he noticed I was watching, he would smile brightly and say, "take your time. I'm great!" Like a game of Survivor, we outlasted my husband. He took his little shopping bag and drove home in defeat as we continued our quest. However, as I entered the hallowed halls of Hobby Lobby, I soon found that I would not be the winner of the shopping edition of Survivor. I think I walked the aisles four times. I rolled on essential oils from tester tubes, sniffed candles, and admired pictures of Jesus until I felt I would meet Him soon if we remained much longer in the store. All the while my girls were no where to be seen. I started to worry those crazy mom thoughts, "What if someone kidnapped them!" Finally logic won, a...