The trees we haven’t planted yet… propped against the workshop… just can’t wait to bloom.
A new friend calls… “How’d it go” …so we talk about that. And she tells me about her garden and the great find from the thrift shop and what they’re having for dinner and I can’t help but smile because I can “hear” her smiling at the other end of the phone.
I read a blog I’ve followed for a year…this post, SAIL …where she shares a photo and a Mark Twain quote… gives me hope to look forward. It’s not too late. It’s only too late if I don’t look.
Mom calls after church… “I heard the most wonderful words on JOY today – you need to hear this”. And she dispenses joy long distance.
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For all the ones who listen and then choose to….
…. speak… write… create… do… lift up…
I am grateful.
Each day I want to be more like that.