One morning this week I woke up a little bummed. I took a shower, made a cup of coffee, and headed outside with my Bible. During the routine, I asked God to show me something. Anything.
I walked outside the front door and sat on the top step. Stafford ran past me pursuing the cat as I took a sip of hot french vanilla goodness. Then I looked out over our front yard and saw this:
Thank you, Lord. I heart you too.
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