It was the first day of a new week. “Good morning, Lord,” she said, stretching like a kitten in a sunbeam. Rubbing her eyes with her fist, she sat up. Swinging her legs over the side of the bed, she swung them sideways for a few seconds. She loved mornings. Padding to the bathroom, she brushed her teeth, ran some water through her wild natural waves then picked up her Bible and walked into the kitchen. Her morning coffee sat waiting and ready for her, thanks to a nifty coffeemaker. After filling her mug she walked out onto the porch and curled up in the swing with God’s word. She’d started sitting in the swing soon after she and Sheri moved into their little cottage. She felt wonderful today. She knew it was because of her afternoon with Clint the day before. “Father, he said he enjoyed my exuberance.” She spoke aloud as she thumbed through the Bible. Clint had reminded her before she came home that Peter held a special place in God’s heart. In doing so he’d given her something to think about.
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