Tuesday, December 1, 2009

means.

dearest december, you greeted me with unexpected sunshine, a lazy morning of reading in bed, a reassuringly productive day (not yet through, of course), a haircut for that mop top (but extraordinarily attractive) boyfriend of mine, and an overwhelming feeling of assurance that often, God uses the seemingly menial daily occurrences as means of His grace.






(He's in all those moments you think are boring. Look for Him).

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