The Tardy Cherub

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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.

Driving Nails

I am mechanically declined, so I need a liscence to hold a screwdriver. At least I know how to drive nails: watch the nail, not the thumb. Why? Because you always hit what you watch, right?

So if Christ is our spiritual nail, why keep going for the "thumbs?"

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