driving along, I was thankful for the weekend,
for vision to look forward,
for my God who demands obedience, and honors faithfulness, and recognizes the big dreams of His people,
for friends that challenge and love well,
for family back safe in one place,
for laughter,
for call,
for place.
and I wondered, what does the machine that makes those bundles of cotton look like?
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