When the poop hits the fan, it is never evenly distributed.
When the poop hits the fan, you find out quickly who the spectators are and who the friends are.
When the poop hits the fan, you appreciate the non-poop moments more.
When the poop hits the fan, you tend to remember when you have helped others clean up their fan or when you have walked by and gawked.
When the poop hits the fan, you realize who has been honest with you and tipped you off that the poop was coming and who has talked to everyone else but you.
When the poop hits the fan, you realize that it’s going to take a lot to clean it up.
When the poop hits the fan, you really learn more about your need for God in different ways.
When the poop hits the fan, you write blog posts like this one.
