December 17, 2015
‘Tis the green and red season.
We are all busy.
So very busy blooming in love and good cheer.
With so much on my agenda, little things slip by. . .
little things that feed my soul. . .
like prayer. Who has time?
As my soul is robbed of it’s nourishment, big troubles appear.
Love and good cheer disappear.
When I take time to do the little things that nourish my soul, even if it means ignoring the big things, I am a blessing of love and good cheer.
Is there anything more important than that?