Give me eyes to see that there is truth and beauty in the world. Let me see it, sit with it, and mark it down. Let it change me.
Sunday, April 29, 2007
toast
There are days when I feel like too little butter on too much toast. It's been a week of days like that this past week. I've pushed too hard. Even I can see that. So, the question for tonight is, can I still be thankful for the toast?
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