And my girls were being goofy, of course.
Charis liked the big buttons on Grandma Lois' shawl.
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Lord, high and holy, meek and lowly, Thou hast brought me to the valley of vision, where I live in the depths but see Thee in the heights....Let me learn by paradox that the way down is the way up,...that the broken heart is a healed heart, that the contrite spirit is the rejoicing spirit,that the repenting soul is the victorious soul, that to have nothing is to possess all, that to bear the cross is to wear the crown,...that the valley is the place of vision. -- Puritan prayer
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