Me to God: I am going
to sleep. God to Me: I AM going, too.
Sleep.
me to God: I am nothing
God to me: I AM. everything.
"Come unto Me, all you who labor and are heavy-laden, and I will give you rest."
I love you, Mom.
Posted by: chelmo at June 9, 2009 11:56 PMthis is so lovely.
will you please still be my friend when you are famous and they give you the Pulitzer?
Dawn, you make me happy saying that. Thank you. Yes, of course. Any life of mine is a friend of yours.
Posted by: Nancy Bopp at July 9, 2009 02:46 AM