Discovering water (again) in our family room this afternoon is dampening the jolly holiday spirit here (at least momentarily). This doesn't quite put things right, but it's pretty cute:
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Observe how the lilies of the field grow; they do not toil nor do they spin, yet I say to you that not even Solomon in all his glory clothed himself like one of these. But if God so clothes the grass of the field, which is alive today and tomorrow is thrown into the furnace, will He not much more clothe you, oh you of little faith? Matthew 6:28 - 30
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