Thursday, April 5, 2018

roses and thorns

Tonight at dinner (as we do on many nights around the table), we each shared our roses and thorns from the day.  When Dad shared his rose, I was surprised to hear that his rose was my run with him this morning.

I am praying for you that you would be a part of lots of people's roses.  May your focus others grow and may your love bring light to a dark world....

I know you were my rose the other night when you came in the kitchen and cooked an egg for me when I had not had time to have dinner. And you were part of my rose in seeing the note you wrote to Anna at her dance performance. I love you....





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