Josiah neatly shot a nail through the ball of his finger and into the birdhouse he was building for Grandma. It’s a good thing finishing nails have no heads. “That was stupid,” he grimaced, sucking his finger and waiting for Lydia to return with a band-aid. “I knew I should be more careful with the nail gun.” I hardly thought a band-aid sufficient. The birdhouse turned out adorably.
If I had anything worth reporting, I wouldn’t need to be so brief.
Lord, the year is almost past,
It seems I lose momentum fast,
My emotions never last
Beyond the first commotion.
Oh, teach me what is faith to Thee
That I would learn devotedly
To follow Thee in purity,
Endurance and devotion.
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