Tuesday, March 03, 2009


So I was a mama of few words today. And?

They waited for me as for showers
and drank in my words as the spring rain.
When I smiled at them, they scarcely believed it;
the light of my face was precious to them.
~Job 29:23-24

The day stays rooted firmly in our possession when we give freely of our smiles.

Don't be stingy. Try it.

He smiles, too.
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