Simple and Easy

Today I bike-strolled “the bells” on the orange Townie, an upright hand-me-down from Mom. My biking-fool Dad came too. He’s been dead for years. So what?

It was crisp and sunny, so I sported my shades. Whispered to a deer along the way, “Hello, Friend.” Fantasized about my wildest dreams. No coughing fits. Whistled Matt’s lyrics and Greg’s tune:

“Be still and rejoice in God, as God rejoices in you.”

Who knew prayer could be like this?

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