What Would Jesus Do?

So on Friday night I volunteered to stay with RubySue and her little sister, Fluffy, so my sister and her hubby could have some alone time. You remember RubySue, she of the gospel principles and twister (not the game) fixation.

It’s always an adventure with her, which might explain why I end up volunteering for babysitting duties.

So we were headed on the freeway this morning, and when we got to our exit, it was CLOSED. I mean blocked off. Orange cones and EVERYTHING. “Wow, the exit is closed,” I said. “Now I am going to have to drive farther and take the next exit.”

“Heavenly Father is NOT going to be happy about that,” Ruby Sue said.

Hmm. Aunt Natalie wasn’t crazy about it either…..

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About Natalie R. Collins

Natalie has more than 30 years writing, editing, proofreading and design experience. She has written 20 books (and counting), has worked for the Sundance Film Festival, and as an investigative journalist, editor, and proofreader. She embraces her gypsy-heart and is following her new free-thinking journey through life. Follow her as she starts over and learns a bunch of life's lessons--some the hard way.
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4 Responses to What Would Jesus Do?

  1. azteclady says:

    Heh.

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  2. Renee says:

    ROFLMAO.

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  3. Cele says:

    Oh mi gosh, too funny and too sad all in the same line.

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  4. ThinkingMan says:

    Well, why didn’t Heavenly Father miraculously open the exit, then? Surely he has the power to do so, doesn’t he? Hm, there’s a stumper!

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