There are two types of people in this world: Those who wait for explicit instructions from God, and those who can read between the lines. Renee Johnson is one of the latter. Allow me to explain the difference.

There are the people who spend a lot of time and energy waving their arms, jumping up and down screaming, "How could you put the body of your 8-year-old foster child, who's blind and suffers from cerebral palsy, into a garbage bag and leave it on the curb with the rest of your trash?" These people wring their hands, moan and groan, and they'll wonder how God let it happen. Bo. Ring.

Then there's Renee Johnson. She sees what a mess God made of the girl, what with the blindness and CP and diabetes and lack of real parents and everything else, and she takes care of His mess. No need to ask, no need to nag.

Analogcabin @ 11:26 AM
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