While we weren't looking, she threw a LARGE ball of play-doh into the dryer amongst all the wet clothes. That ball of play-doh got smaller and gooier as the hour drying process cemented the evil compound to every piece of clothing in the load.
EVERY piece of clothing - socks, underwear, shirts, pants.....everything. Ruined.
I didn't yell....but I thought bad things.
OK, maybe I yelled. Honestly, I can't remember. Anger has a way of blurring your vision and memory. Convenient forgetfullness.
I deserve to enact my wrath.....right?
Now, I hear you, blog reader, thinking, "But Joe and Heidi....it's only clothes." Yes. We agree with you. It's the ONLY CLOTHES WE HAVE! Ruined. I deserve to enact my wrath....right?
No. The answer is no.
When I've deserved God's wrath....I've got his forgiveness.
Forgiven people forgive people.
So I told her I forgave her.
And plus....who could withhold forgiveness from this face?: