Yesterday, August 13th, we went traipsing through a cemetary. Supposedly one of the kings of Spain was buried there, but it was blazing hot and we could not for the life of us find his tombstone. So, what does one do under the burning sun in times like these? Give up. Cemetaries are sad. I don't know if I conquered any fear, but I did something different and challenged my soul to walk where I didn't want to. That might not make any sense whatsoever to you, but it doesn't have to.
Today I wore a barrette in my hair that I bought 3 years ago. My barrette was very happy to be out of the drawer and on my head, it told me so....not really.
Love,
BC
p.s.
I hope you feel his heartbeat pressed against your face in perfect peace. You are not abandoned.
p.s.s.
Give your best worship tomorrow. What if we all did at the same time?
Today I wore a barrette in my hair that I bought 3 years ago. My barrette was very happy to be out of the drawer and on my head, it told me so....not really.
Love,
BC
p.s.
I hope you feel his heartbeat pressed against your face in perfect peace. You are not abandoned.
p.s.s.
Give your best worship tomorrow. What if we all did at the same time?
2 comments:
I have an idea. Find a female soldier in Iraq or Afganistan and write them a letter or send a card saying Thank you.
Christa
That's a great idea actually, I will look into that, thanks, Christa!
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