Dear Lord, what can I say
A personal new year arrived today
Seventy-seven degrees, summer breeze
Shaking crepe myrtle and mimosa leaves
Purple rose of sharon wave at me.
Such a blessing I can hear, smell, and see.
Thank you,
Your Beloved
Psalm 139:17-18 (NLT)
How precious are your thoughts about me, O God. They cannot be numbered! I can’t even count them; they outnumber the grains of sand!
And when I wake up,
You are still with me!
Cindy Mosley 
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