Sunday morning prayer time with the Pastor. Small group holding hands. Men and women gathered together to ask the Creator for blessings. Powerful. Meaningful. Quiet.
Frrrtt!
From across the circle.
Why is that bodily function so funny? No burp, blink or yawn can compare.
The 5th grade boy in me squeezes his eyes tight and bites his lip.
God, help me not to laugh is my prayer.
2 comments:
Yeah, like you weren't stepping on the remote with your toe?
R U smarter than the 5th grader N U?
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