Day 3

Day 3

Day 3

Pumpkin batter melts in my mouth. Raindrops poke circles in puddles.
A grandson learning to lay love on the page. David’s  hand covers mine and his thumb strums my fingers. The doorbell rings and my Girls honor me with reassuring pink petals. Flannel cased pillows cradle my head and we guess who done it over the latest episode.

Praying: cast off the works of darkness and put on the armor of light, and I have to decide if this is all for my credit or Christ’s. —Chin-ups for sure.

 

 

 

 

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