As I read the news of the day, the kidnapping, beheading, the bombings, the nerve-bleeding tyrannical drums that never cease; Its hard to keep in perspective all the things to be thankfully for.
My day is blessed. The sun shines, The world still turns, and amid the violence, the heartbreak, armed with the morning Bible passage, and my grand-daughter's big deep eyes, large as dinner plates looking back from a photo, I start my day with renewed vitality and my eyes on the cross.
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