The older I get, the more often the words of my sweet, Southern grandmother echo through my thought closet.
“Mama” taught me a lot through her words and her life. I giggle now at one of her stern admonishments to me when I was just a little girl. With her small voice and Southern drawl, she would often say, “Honey, don’t ever watch so-poppers.”
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.