So I go to Starbucks on
this St. Valentine’s Day- in my morning of errand runs and I say to the gal
serving up my grande, extra-hot hazelnut latte’… “Happy Thanksgiving.” I tell ya, I hit fifty and all of the sudden
the grey matter in my skull turned to rocks, and it rattles around in there
like a bingo drum; you never know what’s gonna come out.
(Now this is a perfect latte', but this isn't from Starbucks, it's from Dessert Oasis)
My thoughts and focus are so much better (well, most of the time) when I am with Jesus. I sure love to go over to the silent church for stations on my Fridays, my rest day.
My thoughts and focus are so much better (well, most of the time) when I am with Jesus. I sure love to go over to the silent church for stations on my Fridays, my rest day.
My Gracie turned twelve
today. Where did the time go? It was a blink of an eye ago that Jim
and I traveled to the other side of the world so they could hand me a baby girl
to call my own.
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