Yet man is born to trouble as surely as sparks fly upward Job 5:7.
Roasted honey red stretch
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
When my son was about three or four we were taking a walk when a city bus rolled by. He asked me innocently "mom, who are all those people". I was speechless for an answer. In about a minute the little voice answered for himself and for me. "I know" he said, "those are friends we haven't met yet".