When morning gilds the skies, my heart awakening cries, 'May Jesus Christ be praised."
Clutching the back door, I hobbled out onto the deck to snap this
stunning morning sky. It still makes my heart sing.
Hobbling and hopping are my means of locomotion these days. My mantra: patience, patience, patience.
Matt asked where were my Yaktrax when I fell. I hadn't thought about the irony of my downfall (pun intended) despite that thoughtful gift.
Jesus, I trust in you.
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