And she said....

Dad "it's like you want me to be your maid!" as she folded clothes today. These and many other sour sounds fade over time as the crustiness crumbles and the sweetness begins to blossom... we've got to love these years, the process is so important that the steps can't be skipped. If we skip them they come back in that never ending cycle, to be addressed with a little more complexity each time....(it seems to me, anyhow.) By the end of the day she was thanking God for her parents and wishing to be more obedient to them. I am grateful for God and the power of a little patience and faith.