Growing in the grass high and tall
Watching the days past clear and cloudless
There's that moment when time seems to stop and nothing around you matters...
Those are the moments of childhood, the moments we try all our lives to recapture.
If you move slow enough it might just happen, but before you can apprecitate it your next meeting, appointment or crisis has arrived. The only oasis from this life is sleep and most don't get enough of it. And do we even enjoy it? How many remember their dreams, but the real question is how many of us really remember those childhood moments when time stood still.
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Thought of you on Sunday. Bianca was wearing the same belt you and I have--tan with silver grommets. I told her the three of us could have coordinated belts at church sometime.
It's good to see you writing, though it sounds like some wistful and pained writing. Which can be an awesome release. I wonder how you're doing. Maybe I should call you rather than wonder, and see what up. Am praying for you, that God would bring you joy and love and good people who will hug you a lot. Miss you.
Holly, how is it that you ALWAYS know what to pray for? Thank You!
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