Originally posted by Halleluyah Rob
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I often endured the blessing of correction at the hands of my father. One day when I was but 14, I spoke to a boy outside an ice cream store, not noticing that my father was watching across the street. Suddenly I felt his familiar hand on my behind, as he screamed at me. "Young lady, if you want ice cream, you can make it yourself, and if you want to speak to a boy, you will ask my permission in advance." I spent 2 hours in seclusion that evening, praying and praying that I would find the forgiveness of my Heavenly Father as well as my earthly one. A few months later, father forgave me and allowed me to go shopping with Mother.
How nice of you to greet me. I've probably spoken more than I should since you, as a man, have better things to do than listen to a woman ramble. My apologies. Perhaps I could prepare a pie for you someday?
Wishing you blessings,
Naomi Ruth Lamb


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