Brick wall. Prayer with Danny. Scaled the brick wall. A blogger's transparent post and worship Song. Daughter with loving arms. A mother's comforted heart.
Thank you for praying with me, Danny. Thank you for posting the song and for writing so well our need for a face-lift, Traci. Thank you for those great arms of yours that went about me during my listening of the song, Bethany. They seemed to seal the comfort I received.
Father in Heaven, thank You for Your careful arrangement of all those events. Carefully arranged for a Field Lily like me.