Giant Feet, Micah 6:8, & The "C" Word

This might be an overly serious post. If you remember the lists of things I’m good and bad at, you’ll remember that I handle hard times/stress/problems with humor. It’s a blessing because laughter makes {most} everything better, and a curse on that rare occasion you bust out laughing at a funeral. About the funeral – it’s only happened once. In Memphis. At a very lively, southern funeral. I would feel terrible for laughing, but it was due to the lady behind me answering her phone in the middle of the service saying (in her best Bon Qui Qui voice), “Helllo? Helllo? Giiiirrrrlll I can’t herrr you. I’m at a furrrnrel.…