Tuesday, February 11, 2014 (5:55
a.m.)
Blessed Father God,
In one minute it will be an hour
since I looked at the clock and smiled. “4:56”. I liked it. I
liked that I slept sound enough to dream. Big dreams. Detailed
dreams. Dreams that seem to make no sense. Then or now.
I've been thinking most of this time.
Thinking of all that was accomplished yesterday. Thinking of how very
much more there is to do. Always. There is always going to be so much
more to do.
Thank You that this morning there is
a break in the removal and re-storage of stuff. Today we get to go
play with boys.
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