The Blessing of a Dirty House
Posted by Donna • April 11, 2024
Posted by Donna • April 11, 2024
When my grandson was little and would come to visit from Oklahoma City, he would love to stand at my back door which was glass and look outside. He would smear his little hand prints and slobber all over it. I normally wouldn't stand for such a mess but after he would go home I always left those sweet smears and slobbers there until I knew he was coming back. Every time I looked at it, I remembered him standing there and my heart was full.