God makes light shine out of darkness. He hides his greatest treasure--his own glory shining in the face of Jesus--in the hearts of his people,fragile and simple as clay jars. It reminds us that the power is not from us, but from God.
As I dip my quill (electronic though it may be) to write this blog, the title Clay Inkpot reminds me where the power and wisdom come from. If what you read has no merit, that's where bits of me have flaked off and muddied the ink.
@I guess it would be tacky to put them in the guest room or add a roll to each "homless bag". So, how about a "T.P." party wrapping someone's house for their birthday or graduation. Maybe you could use little strips to mark the trail, you know, instead of bread crumbs. Paper mache projects for the neighborhood children? Insulation for the shed? Nesting material for gerbils and hampsters? Nah! You don't keep rodents now, do you? Stock the bomb shelter? Stuff a roll in every fifth mailbox down the street? Maybe take them to a swap meet somewhere. Oh Well. I guess you'll just use extra each time you "grin and bear it"! Sorry, Honey! Ya wanna go to Costco soon?
Hee Hee! I smiled at your post but David and your dad's comments made me laugh!! Sorry, Patty. If I didn't live in Togo I'd feel a little more empathetic, but believe me that I do feel sympathy for your plight!
My bad mistakes go in the cleaning closet. I've a good 12 rolls used to clean up spills, but then, I don't have Missy... My niece remarked how wonderfully soft the tissue is here... and it is! Especially if you've lived all your life in the Netherlands where it feels like NEWSPAPER. Cheers!
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If you were like me, the only man in the family, you'd call that a "years supply!" I'll bet they won't let you take it back.
@I guess it would be tacky to put them in the guest room or add a roll to each "homless bag". So, how about a "T.P." party wrapping someone's house for their birthday or graduation. Maybe you could use little strips to mark the trail, you know, instead of bread crumbs. Paper mache projects for the neighborhood children? Insulation for the shed? Nesting material for gerbils and hampsters? Nah! You don't keep rodents now, do you? Stock the bomb shelter? Stuff a roll in every fifth mailbox down the street? Maybe take them to a swap meet somewhere. Oh Well. I guess you'll just use extra each time you "grin and bear it"! Sorry, Honey! Ya wanna go to Costco soon?
Two words...White Elephant!
Hee Hee! I smiled at your post but David and your dad's comments made me laugh!! Sorry, Patty. If I didn't live in Togo I'd feel a little more empathetic, but believe me that I do feel sympathy for your plight!
My bad mistakes go in the cleaning closet. I've a good 12 rolls used to clean up spills, but then, I don't have Missy...
My niece remarked how wonderfully soft the tissue is here... and it is! Especially if you've lived all your life in the Netherlands where it feels like NEWSPAPER.
Cheers!
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