On the way home from dance tonight Caitlin told me that she was a bit distracted in her class. Here is her story:
"Mom, we were so hot so Michelle opened the window for us. I couldn't concentrate because the colors were so beautiful. I mean the clouds were purple and edged in pink lace. It is if God stitched together a pillow and held it close to His bosom."
I wonder if all our read aloud books from the 1930's are having an influence on her vocabulary -or- if maybe she just sees the beauty all around her and knows that it all comes from her Maker's hand.
O Lord, open my lips,
and my mouth will declare your praise.
Psalm 51:15
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