It was right. My pastor husband’s Christmas Eve sermon was
about setting up memorials in our hearts to the Lord. He gave each of us a rock
to place in a prominent place in our home, as a reminder that Jesus is “Emmanuel—God
with us.” Mine never made it out of my purse.
You can tell a lot about a woman by what you find hiding in
her purse.
If a limp stalk of celery peeks out from under
her lipstick, she’s on a diet, and needed a quick snack to make it through the
afternoon at work, but couldn't find a Ziploc baggie when she rushed out the
door this morning.
If three candy canes at various stages of
consumption are stuck to a Toys R Us receipt, she has grandkids, and forgot to
give them the remains when they left to go back to Kansas on New Year’s Day.
Or, she didn't forget—she just loves little reminders of her three angels who
live too far away.
If a notebook brimming with lists of ladies’
names and plot ideas stares up at you, she’s a writer, and hates to let ideas
slip out of her brain.
And if you find a sassy rock, you’ll know she’s someone too
busy to clean out her purse more than twice a year, is married to a preacher, and has to go to the chiropractor every month due to a too-heavy purse.
How about you? What interesting items would
we find in your purse today?
