During this morning’s bible study, I wondered aloud about God’s persistence in molding something beautiful from our lives.
Lincoln says, “I think you are beautiful enough already.”
Being instantly charmed, I sidle over to him and give him a big kiss and nuzzle his cheek.
While my heart is turning to mush, he says, “I hope your nose isn’t running.”
Ah, I guess the well of his charm just emptied.
Prairie Sings 