We have been having really great meeting at church this week. Br. James Knox came up from Florida to preach it. On the way home, we somehow started talking about an incident from when I was little. I don't know how it came up, but it sure was funny and its definitly worth sharing.
When I was young, 5 or 6, we lived in a trailer in Florida. We had a long hallway (I suppose it wasn't really that long, but it sure seemed long to me at the time!) that, on several occasions, I would run up and down. I had been told multiple times not to run in that hall but on this particular day, I did it anyways. There was an air vent at one end of the hall and I somehow managed to trip on it and send myself sprawling. I skinned up my knee and started crying. When Mom came running to see what was wrong, I made the statement "God gave me a spankin' for running in the hall!"
As Mom recounted the tale, she looked back ay me, smiled and said "You sure were under conviction."
And I started laughing. Really hard. She looked back at me, not getting what was so funny. See, that was definitly not what I was thinking. What I was really thinking was "If I explain to Mom that God already gave me a spanking, then I don't need to get in trouble with her!!!"
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