143. Oh, to be this free...taken just a few weeks ago. Actually, this butterfly is probably dead, now. Makes my worries seem trite...at least I'm ALIVE...
...or am I? Me, with tea spilt all over the table and floor as my quiet time begins...really, Lord? I got out of bed, and this?
May I be sure and live Alive in my trials, thankfully seeing the revealed in the clutter, the honey-wet favorite books...the burdens on my back yet to be given up.




