She loves sweet peas, and lives in an area where they are a fine spring crop. She loves the peas. She loves the leaves. She loves the vine. There wasn't anything left. Nothing.
Zoey celebrates every day, every single one. I don't think she knows she doesn't have papers.
I like Zoey. Zoey loves life.
And I like people who have something of Zoey in them. They love life. They experience it.
A great choral conductor told us: "When you sing, I don't want to hear ink-on-paper! I want to hear the music move!"
Jesus said the gift was life abundant. Overflowing. Not a matter of proper credentials and labels, but moving, flowing, loving, caring, celebrating, living.
Zoey got the memo on that one. I know lots of people with that kind of joy. They make my heart sing.
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