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By Belinda

This is the best time--this time after Christmas--when all of the craziness that takes over; in spite of perpetual determination that it shall not; is over.

This is when the fridge is full of leftovers and laziness is allowed--mandated even.

Finally the pressing on in spite of exhaustion; the digging down to the bottom of the well, for every kind of resource you didn't know you could find, can cease.

This is the time of reflection, regrouping and renewal.

This is when I echo the cry of the angels:

Luke 2:14

21st Century King James Version (KJ21)

 14"Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men!"


violet said…
Belinda said…
And Amen again Violet! :)

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