God, today one of my best friends ever is coming in from California with her mom to see my mom.
Today the sun is yet again shining and the weather feels like last spring (which I don't want to look back on, I did enough of that yesterday).
I like the yellow hay that has become our front yard.
I like the small dead tree that Grandma Mary paid for.
I like this song I'm listening to from a time when I felt free.
Those You set free are free indeed, Jesus. Confirm that today. Working through yesterday has left me exhausted. Thank you for this fresh day.
I can't differentiate poem and prayer anymore.
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