God's Love Letter
There is power in perspective; power to cry or laugh. I choose to laugh. All week you can crave to be the person with the green grass; lush, beautiful, lime and kelly green grass flooding out like a Mecca of perfection. Then I remember, I am going out on Saturday to play. The owner of the craved lawn will be home, busy mowing the ‘perfection’. I win.
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Sweet, sweet peace. Contentment brings a tear to the eye. xoxo
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