Six and Fifty

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!

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