A Start For Sunday
Rainbow like reflection in the wispy jet clouds against periwinkle blue morning
sky. Jets going where? One going in an unusual direction across one in the set
pattern of travel. Since the latest happening with a jet one's thoughts turns to the
incident. Try to put tradegy away, compartmentalize it. Tiny pears are on the trees
survivors of the warm, cold, frost, warm, cold back and forth weather. God is good
even though mankind's nature runs to evil. The sun comes on up into the wispy clouds.
A beautiful day given to mankind in this area. Spring weather that is so comfortable.
Thank you God for this day. Help me to use it as best for you. Amen
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2014
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