In the old days this day after Christmas would be called Boxing day. Were the landlord would box up his leftovers and what ever and give it to his workers as a present.
Today even though I am not a land owner I would love to box up the anger and violence in this world and send it to HADES.
I would love to box up the commercialism of Christmas and dump it where it belongs.
I would love to pass out boxes of love, kindness and cheer to each and every one.
But I can only give myself...and pray that it makes a difference to each and everyone whose lives I touch.
A Working Pantry Boot Camp: 10/16/21 - Our challenge for last week was to take the age of our youngest child, grandchild, niece or nephew and add that number of items to our pantry!The age of...
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