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.

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It was frosty the other morning and the rising sun reflected off our neighbor's house into the yard. As the sun rose higher, the reflection melted a tracing line through the frost . . . much like God's light and love cutting through our cold, hard hearts.


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