The Bean has put her foot down: I am nolonger allowed to refer to her as cute or adorable, “I’m not a baby anymore, Mom.”
“Beautiful” and “pretty” have been approved.
Expert on the etiquette of perilous times.
Accepting a messenger of God is as good as being God’s messenger. Accepting someone’s help is as good as giving someone help. This is a large work I’ve called you into, but don’t be overwhelmed by it. It’s best to start small. Give a cool cup of water to someone who is thirsty, for instance. The act of giving or receiving makes you a true apprentice.
You won’t lose out on a thing.
Matthew 10:41,42
Scripture taken from THE MESSAGE
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I don’t always recognize God’s messengers, but there is one I can’t miss and serve often.
She prefers soy milk and takes is warm, first thing in the morning.
His head is pointy.
He doesn’t have a body, just two arms. One shoots right off the page so you only see the makings of the hand but the other is fully formed and he’s got six fingers.
He has amazing eyes, which is no surprise to me. They are a little wild, but just short of googly.
He’s smiling.