Our days are numbered. For all of us. It does not mean doom is near. It is the rhythm of life and it has been through the ages, and will continue long after we are gone.
In the fields of make believe I saw butterflies fluttering from flower to flower. In their fluttering I realized my heart is no longer searching. The time has passed. I laid down in the fields of strawberries, flowers, and butterflies; felt the warm sun on my face looking up to the light, white clouds passing me by. I smiled, for I knew from the beginning and on their process they did not realize the Lord turns wrong intentions toward someone into something beautiful. I give thanks for the beautiful, Lord. I am grateful.
you have a wonderful way with words! My daughter loves to write as well.....it is a gift to be able to express your thoughts in words.
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