God is always present, a wise old loved one tickling our ears, whispering our dreams to us. I inquire all too often it seems, as a dream begins to whither, "Is it too late?" Says He, responding with a tender chuckle, "Child, it is never too late", and then He spins me yet another.
Heavenly Father and Holy Mother, I am forever grateful for your generosity, for your grace, and your mercy, the love and kindness you impart, but most of all I am grateful for the never ending supply of dreams.
Monday, July 5, 2010
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