Yesterday afternoon there was this song stuck in my head. This morning the same one is back: "Sunny days seem to hurt the most, I wear the pain like a heavy coat. I can't believe you're gone."
But in my deams last night, I was flying. I was snow skiing. Life was filled with joy. We were organizing a program at church to help people experience a week in the life of hungry people. Odd as it sounds, people were excited and happy about the program. I did a lot in my dreams last night.
Now the alarm is on, a shower takes place, dress. Go to church. Sunday is such a good day, because being in worship with you always lifts my soul.
It's a beautiful day in God's world, be sure to see the good.
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