What I hold dear: *~God has a purpose for my life. No other person can take my place. It isn't a big place to be sure, but for years I have been molded in a peculiar way to fill a particular niche in the world's work. Everyday I thank God for those talents and gifts.~* These PS moments have resonated within me. They're worthy enough to steal my time from a busy life to share what my heart has begged my fingers to tap onto keyboard. These Postscripts from Home make up my story.
Wonderfully pleasant weather so we pushed windows down a little last night before bed. Peepers and crickets and toads chorused us off to sleep. There is probably nothing sweeter than lulled into dreamland by those nighttime noises.
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