The Girl I Used to Be
She came tonight as I sat alone,
The girl I used to be.
And she gazed at me with her earnest eye
And questioned reproachfully,
The Girl I Used to Be
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Soak in the Joy!
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We just went to Arches National Park for a quick sight-seeing trip. At the last minute, some of our grown kids jumped in too, so our 7 passenger van was full to the brim and scraped bottom if we went over a big bump. What fun we had, singing as we drove along! The joy in each other’s presence was wonderful! The scenery was majestic! All felt right with the world.
The Silent Work of Women
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Nothing can compare in beauty, and wonder, and admirableness, and divinity itself,
to the silent work
in obscure dwellings
of faithful women
bringing their children to honor and virtue and piety.
