Denae went for a stroll and right after turned to her journal. Comfy in striped pajamas and hot cider at side, she wrote her daily musings carefully. :
I look to the stars falling
wintry snow, taking its time
Mind filled with all sorts of concerns,
Day to day matters and the big-picture questions.
I breathe in air and snow, exhale slowly-
This isn't the life I'm meant to live;
What is it to live? What is a life that shows what that means?
Live-- life--
i look to the One who gave me life for clues as to what to "live" is.
He smiles and rubs his hands;
Has He got a lot to show me....
And boy, am I learning.
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