Just Dropping By
A while back, our minister of music and his wife came by to return something they had borrowed. They both apologized for just “dropping in on us.” I repeatedly said, “No problem.” It really wasn’t a problem. All I was doing was checking my Facebook status and Terri was checking her email in her home office. We weren’t “busy,” “in the middle of something,” or “tied up.” After all, we’re empty nesters, so our lives are pretty boring and quiet. Continue reading