On Being Pure

I realize I haven't been posting much and I think it's because I feel obligated to update on Faith. But I want to spend ample time writing that post and ample time is in short supply right now with summer in full swing. That's a good thing. So just to clarify, there are no specific problems on that front. Things are fine. I've just been really busy. I WILL write that post, God willing, eventually when I'm not so flighty. Until then, though, I wanted to explain myself so I can feel free to post the more trivial stuff that I'd like to record until I can give that proper attention.
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I try to avoid that particular gas station if I can. It's remotely located in a dimly lit corner of the Interstate. It has holes in the walls and cashiers who are difficult to understand. But sometimes when we are low on gas, it's the only one near enough to our rural home. So in the bright sunshine of afternoon, I ventured in. The gas gauge on my SUV family wagon read empty. Dalton spoke up from the back seat. "Mom, I'll pump the gas for you." O.K. I reasoned. It's rush hour. There's lots of highway traffic. And I am feeling tired. My kids love to pump the gas for me. It's a chore that makes them feel grown up. "Hey, Mom. While the gas is pumping, can I go in to the bathroom? I have to go.....bad!" He knows how I hate these restrooms. So he reassured me, "I promise I won't touch anything." I didn't even have to answer. His sister said it all. "Well, I have to go too, but I'm waiting until we get home! The Bible says I'm supposed to be pure and there is NO WAY you can keep that commandment in their restrooms!" I. Could Not. Quit. Laughing! Sometimes, I just love the fickleness that being a girl affords us!