This seems to be a disease for me. It comes from too much to do. And too many distractions, like the slinky that is flying around the room about to clothesline my 2 year old. But for now, I'll post this I read on another blog. Really good, so I'll go and 'do the next thing' while you read this poem, ie..while I go gather the nerf gun and the slinky, and read a Bible story to my kids.
God bless you tonight and a good day to you tomorrow.
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