The sky was a loft with clouds and blue. The bright fluffy kind that you could put in your mouth and taste the cotton candy type of clouds. They weren't pink, but white and grey and again I lamented that I have, in no way come close to the consideration of my family in making the table as God makes our sunrises and sunsets for us daily. If I could just wash my table and make it clean for those I care for and then have a pretty colorful tablecloth, I would be grateful and try harder to imitate the love and concern that God has for my well-being.
He truly cares for us better than we care for ourselves.
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