They call it The Witching Hour: that time when all inhabitants have reached the end of their respective ropes and dad's not home yet. Tired, hungry, spent.
But today was different. Our Wall of Thanks was highlighted as the sun finally broke through the clouds, once again reminding me of the grace upon grace that is faithfully poured out into my life. Each leaf/apple/acorn a marker of thanksgiving, all bathed in the glorious light of the sun.
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