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on 04-30-2008 10:39
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Every day is a day God made, but this morning I imagine He has poured out all glorious extravagance. What can they be celebrating in Heaven that would cause the sky to dazzle so perfect blue, the sun to warm so gentle bright? Even the wind is giddy, tickling the honeysuckle and sending rushes of heaven's scent through my open window.
Let's not squander this day God has made.
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