Playing with red "paint"

On Sunday morning I was making some breakfast as Hannah played at my feet (and played with my feet). I looked down and wondered how she had made such a mess and where she had got the red paint from. Well, it turned out it was not red paint she was playing with but rather blood. Thankfully it was my blood. I had cut my foot with a small piece of glass (from a glass that disintegrated in the dishwasher). I cleaned her up and then cleaned myself up.

On Sunday morning I did a spiritual gifts inventory with my Sunday School class. I thought the results were quite interesting.