I remember a time when grandma used to force us to pay attention during church service because there would be no Sunday dessert if one failed to answer the question;
At first it was a fun challenge, then became a bit of a drag and till I discovered I could get away with just paraphrasing a bible verse – so just had to pay attention long enough to figure out a verse that was read from or mentioned 😂
~B
Oh! How you remind me of my childhood. On Sundays, I would be so excited at church at the thought of food prepared at home that we shall eat after service. My mom prepared lunch Sunday mornings and we ate after service.
I remember how I prayed more fervently and danced wildly, especially when the food prepared that day was my favorite.
Couldn’t go to church yesterday but I hope to go next week.
Sunday meals were always the best and they were served in the best chinaware and it felt good to be trusted to have a porcelain plate instead of the plastic or metal plates we used everyday 🤣
It’s the little things that probably shaped and kept us on the path ☕
Your post reminded me of my days at Sunday School after Church service. No regrets…those days are the foundation for the life I now lead.
In the end–wise kid–you found a win-win for you both. I am sure Grandma was pleased.
I would never have in your house growing up lol
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That’s extreme. My grandmom was happy I was there.
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I like that. But, I figure that it would be hard to come up with different wise answers every time.
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At first it was a fun challenge, then became a bit of a drag and till I discovered I could get away with just paraphrasing a bible verse – so just had to pay attention long enough to figure out a verse that was read from or mentioned 😂
~B
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Then I think you found the middle ground. Your grandma got you to listen. And you got to not listen after a certain part.
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Win-win 🤣🤣🤣
~B
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Oh! How you remind me of my childhood. On Sundays, I would be so excited at church at the thought of food prepared at home that we shall eat after service. My mom prepared lunch Sunday mornings and we ate after service.
I remember how I prayed more fervently and danced wildly, especially when the food prepared that day was my favorite.
Couldn’t go to church yesterday but I hope to go next week.
Nice post.
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Sunday meals were always the best and they were served in the best chinaware and it felt good to be trusted to have a porcelain plate instead of the plastic or metal plates we used everyday 🤣
It’s the little things that probably shaped and kept us on the path ☕
Thanks for sharing
~B
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You are welcome. I enjoyed your reply to my comment. Life is all about creating and sharing memories.
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The question what did you learn at church today?, always made you pay attention I still do that up to today to save myself from the scolding 🤣
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Your post reminded me of my days at Sunday School after Church service. No regrets…those days are the foundation for the life I now lead.
In the end–wise kid–you found a win-win for you both. I am sure Grandma was pleased.
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