The Tardy Cherub
Cupid snoozed—his alarm betrayed, Wings askew, his bow mislaid. Love showed up a moment late, Blushing, breathless, tempting fate. Turns out hearts still fell just fine— Even tardy arrows hit on time.
On we go.
Took my wife to the doctor this morning to check out a spider bite and I ended up having allergies/asthma attack and got to see the doctor too. Yay. I got three prescriptions to her one.
I've not had many solid one-on-one conversations this week, but have been able to pass out tracts like crazy. Wednesday night was able to distribute almost 30 tracts in two blocks downtown, all received with pleasantries and only one rejection.
Anyhoo, E-vangi Tales reminds us:
I've not had many solid one-on-one conversations this week, but have been able to pass out tracts like crazy. Wednesday night was able to distribute almost 30 tracts in two blocks downtown, all received with pleasantries and only one rejection.
Anyhoo, E-vangi Tales reminds us:
Remember the Fools on Sunday!
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