That looks like the hand of God, I said, as I sat in my car that day. The fingers outstretched...was He beckoning me to come closer, was he letting me go, was he throwing up his hands in distress, asking me WHY? I don't know.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Of Clouds and Asking.
Imparted by Southern Girl at 10:42 AM
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2 Things not left unsaid:
All good questions, my dear. We wonder ... we wonder ... we wonder! Take care in the heat, or is it cooling off there? - Jeanne in Oregon
Well, in My case, he is saying, "Can't I leave you alone for ONE MINUTE???"
Hope all is well in your neck of the woods.
Take care!
Candace in Athens.
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