Sometimes I feel like me and my ideas come from Mars. This week, however, I have pondered much of what I have posted on this blog.
I think often of Sam Clemens as we have struggled with financial difficulties.
I thought of my Village as I perused a Lego catalog with Anton and packed a jump rope for Park Day this week.
I thought of "Once Again . . ." as I have faced my passions.
And I rejoice with much gladness and gratitude to my Heavenly Father for the inspirations He gives me as I work to put my thoughts and inspirations into words.
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