A bit of heaven


Well, this is not The Rev. Jane Austen but it more photogenically captures my delight at having a raft in the wading pool and spending a couple of after church hours drifting in the sunshine. Something about it makes me feel close to God- as though I am being carried. Thanks, Shannon, Graff and Erik for making it possible! And thanks to hillspet.com for the borrowed image.

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