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Bumblebee and me

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Bumblebee stumbled like a drunk crossing dry leaf ground and made for overhanging plant where sun patch had been found. Climbing flower like mountain face bee reached his summit peak, there paused to take the warming rays, feet combing head and cheek. Bee seeing near three petaled flowers dipped in them one by one. Revived and fueled with warmth and food he flew towards the sun. That morning willed my body sore towards the edge of bed. I slowly lowered feet to floor, thoughts ordered in my head. With kneeling hassock to both knees, and seeking daily bread, I made my morning's prayerful pleas with word devotions read. Then standing ready for this day with heart and mind now one, my body rises, filled this way, to glorify of the Son.

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Date: 7/14/2020 3:27:00 PM
. 154 Words . Our Very Best . Yes, I am the raw vision, of my true, self wonton, and willing to succeed within this moment infinitely supported and surrendered to all of us, by our Creator! When I dance gratefully under the storms, all that I act upon, that is the hardest to accept about myself, within the mirror of this life, when I do, I am my very own savior. As I suck out, all of the yummy marrow of this life, sharing this with all others! I am the terror, lost when I am not, when, truly, I need for not! I am an ever-evolving creature of our Creator, mistakes, and all! "Saints," they say, can be no more, nor, do anything, more, or less, but; live for another, to share in no personal regrets for, themselves! Yes, just as much as I am willing to grow, as I let go, to learn, I am at my very best!
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