What can I say?
What can I say?
Today my friendships feel rich, though sometimes spread too thin. But these are the stories I think of when I hear yours.
I reached inside my purse for my wallet, to see, I suppose, if an angel had miraculously tucked a fifty into one of its pockets. I knew I hadn’t, sure as death and taxes.
While I waited in an endless line, Aarick finished his purchases and left the store to load them into our vehicle. He was stopped on his way out.
We were fine with being riotous and silly and human and joyful until someone Outside was watching – then, prunes and prisms.
And next will be – a walrus! a blue whale! an entire menagerie!
But the wisdom from above is first pure, then peaceable, gentle, open to reason, full of mercy and good fruits, impartial and sincere.
We humans have a problem: we believe the people who say the things we like to hear. It’s easy for you to believe me when I say what you already know…
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