by Carolyn Anderson
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Sometimes when my timing seems to be different than God’s, I want to say “God, I’m getting so frustrated with you.”
Joanna, Abby, and Connor drove up and excitedly got out of the car as they saw me coming to meet them. Connor, a few months past his second birthday, started running with out-stretched arms. Joanna, Connor’s mother called after him, “Wait, Connor, you have dirty pants.” His reply, “I want Gran to change me.”
(4) Comments | RSSJoanna, Abby, and Connor drove up and excitedly got out of the car as they saw me coming to meet them. Connor, a few months past his second birthday, started running with out-stretched arms. Joanna, Connor’s mother called after him, “Wait, Connor, you have dirty pants.” His reply, “I want Gran to change me.”
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