Thursday, August 15, 2013
My husband amazes me with his skills. He's a jack of all trades and master of lots. Need a computer fixed? He's on it. Need a car diagnosed? He's got it. Need a delicious feast to eat? Yep, he's your man. One talent he doesn't make high marks in, though, is spelling.
Last Sunday he and I, along with a friend, attended the Belong class at our church. It's a class that potential members take to see if The Crossing is the right church for them. I'd say it is considering we've been going for a while, but we wanted to take the class to see if our beliefs aligned with theirs.
Each participant was handed a workbook in which they had to fill-in-the blanks with the word given to us. Several times the word "committed" came into play. And several times Jason misspelled that word. There was "cometided", "cometeded", "cometead", and even "cometed". But never once was there "committed". And that was just one word that had several spellings in his book.
If he knew what they meant, that's all that counts.