Today was just one of those days with frazzled edges, where things just kept coming in a landslide of less-than-good news. You know the kind of day that makes you want to crawl back into bed, pull covers up high and believe you will wake up tomorrow to try this thing called life again with hopefully better results.
On my way to the grocery store, I stepped out into the parking lot beneath a soft violet sky. I stood there, my silly sunset smile on my face, and Papa whispered, “I painted this just for you.” His whispers make it all worthwhile. May I always have a quiet enough heart to hear the whispers of heaven. Bless you, friends.