When I was in the third grade, we had a dog named Cannoli. She was a white, completely fluffy poodle … that is, until one day when she got a haircut.
My mom decided that Cannoli needed to look a little more legit. So, she took her to a groomer. Well, of course, any groomer was going to cut her hair like a poodle—you know, with the puffy little bottom and the puffy tail with the little ball on the end.
I don’t know how it is with you when you read Scripture, but my mind often wanders.
You know, one second, I am reading about Moses on Mount Sinai and the very next second, I am wondering where my black yoga pants are and why my mail is now being delivered at 3:00 p.m. instead of noon.