Today, as my husband and I put mortar around the stones on our fireplace, another lesson was learned. For those of you who’ve never had this laborious task, it’s messy. Really messy. As in “how did I get concrete in my hair” kind of messy. One part of this job is to clean off the stones after the concrete dries a little. “How did I get all this concrete mortar on the face of the stones?” I asked somewhat to myself. “You weren’t being careful,” I heard Holy Spirit tease me.