Yesterday, I couldn't get this poem's opening line out of my head. That's the way with thoughts and words. Sometimes they're good ones, sometimes they're self-defeating. I'm learning to replace the negative with songs, scripture and prayers and finding it helps.
I realize the picture spills over on the other column, but sometimes that's how God's love overflows on us. Our friends who will be at Navarre Beach next week after we go home will be here soon. So we're closing up our computers and getting ready for the cleaning crew to make it nice and shiny for them.
Consequently, that's the way I'm posting it, my friends. Less than perfect but sincere in purpose. I hope it speaks to you today.
The heavens declare the glory of God;
the skies proclaim the work of his hands.
Ps. 19:1
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