Emphasis Preaching Journal

The last three days had been so impossible, they sounded like fiction. But Marilyn had lived them. It had started with the bathroom wall falling into her bathtub. The cracks in the tile grout had seemed so insignificant. The mess in the tub was proof that they weren't, though whoever had thought adhering tile to plaster drywall was a sound practice needed to have his head examined. She had decided to fix the tile herself, and had gotten pretty good at applying the grout by the time she came to the end of the job, though it took far longer than she had imagined.