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Sometimes, people say things to me that hurt me. I don't want to think less of them, although I understand that people hurt others because they are hurting. That doesn't always soften the blow, alas. When I am allowed to sing, I'm OK. But how many places can you go where you are allowed to sing? Church ranks high on that regard. I wish there were still Christmas Carolers. I'll bet there are, somewhere. I pray for everyone, this Advent season, with Christmas coming real soon. I pray the real meaning of Christmas will not be lost in the rush. Or the turkey. Or the presents. Or none, if you are unfortunate. Remember, the baby Jesus was born in a manger. Like what the cattle feed out of. And remember, Jesus as a grown up was very poor too. God bless everyone. Oh yes, keep singing, and STAY HAPPY!
She will smile when she sleeps
Because she dreams gentle dreams
Of meadows with singing flowers
And a playful fawn chasing a butterfly.
And she knows the power of hugs.
She will laugh when life is funny
(Which it is, most of the time)
And will kiss my tears away
When I need to cry.
And she knows the power of hugs.
She is Mary, Martha's sister, at Jesus feet.
She is Zipporah, at Moses side.
