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Wednesday, July 16, 2014

Riding on a Bubble


When I got home at lunch, I slipped out of my high heels, grabbed a bottle of bubbles left over from the weekend and sat on my front porch. It's hard to believe it's July with the temperature in the 70's, an overcast sky and no wind. I blew strings of iridescent bubbles and watched as they floated and swirled, this way and that way without a care in the world. I imagined all of my fears and every whispered prayer riding the bubbles to an ear far, far away, yet oh so very near.

Psalm 141

A psalm of David.

I call to you, Lord, come quickly to me;
    hear me when I call to you.
May my prayer be set before you like incense;
    may the lifting up of my hands be like the evening sacrifice.

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