Chronicles of
Dear Readers,
Around the first of the year, Rhett came home from a church nominating committee meeting and informed me that I would be the new teacher of the kindergarteners at our church. After the shock wore off, I was a bit miffed at him for springing this surprise on me. At this stage of my life, I had doubts about how to handle a bunch of rambunctious youngsters. Rhett made some comments about how he knew I would just love getting down on the floor and playing with them! I stared at him in disbelief! Had he forgotten how long it took me to get up off the floor the last time I accidentally fell off the sofa in our den? Being the good obedient Southern wife I strive to be, I decided to at least give it a try. Secretly, I was thinking that when I failed this new assignment, they would just have to find someone else to do the job.
