Yesterday was Sunday. My husband, Rooster and I drove 8th St., here on the Island.
Rooster – “No one would have ever believed this.”
Me – “What are you talking about?”
Rooster – “That you and I would be headed to church in our Mercedes.”
Me – “Come to think of it, no one would have ever pictured this, unless the car was stolen and we were running from the law!”
Us – laughter
Expect a miracle!
We have bigger fish to fry~you and I
We choose a different pan
We like our seasoning hot
We like our water cool
It’s a long way to our fishing hole
The fish are in our hands
You and I
People often fear not having enough. So, they take what doesn’t belong to them. What I have to say about that is: every sin is its own punishment.
I’m going down here to talk to someone, I want you to leave me alone and don’t ask me anymore questions, please.
Well, at least he was polite about it.
Words for strength ~
