Once upon a time, I was rotten. Spoiled rotten. Rotten Robyn. But then, a particular Pastor who hates poodles got down on his knees (on a pillow of course) and popped the question in a very Prince Charming way presenting me with a big diamond ring and proposing we spend the rest of our lives together.
That's right - me and the Pastor. A man of God. A Bible scholar. A Ph.D. person. Someone who has the power to cast out demons. Me - I read magazines with pretty pictures. He shops at Goodwill, I prefer my clothes new and I don't like to repeat outfits.
Want to see what happens next? Do I take everything he says and turn it into some sort of "Theology for Blondes?" Do you know where I can get a manicure pedicure in Nepal? One thing is for sure, I try to make church a prettier place. Amen.