And, there is absolutely nothing on this living earth that will change that. It is our hearts and souls that can never be touched.
You are truly, as Homer said, our angel. Angels come when you least expect them.
We lived on this farm in SE Kansas when I was a young girl. 640 acres, they called it a section. A square mile. The railroad ran through that farm. Sometimes, a hobo, as they called them then, would see our farmhouse and come up to the kitchen door. My dear mother Audrey would drop everything to make them a big hot meal. She would serve them nicely. They were always so very greatly appreciative of her kindness. And, she was a very kind woman.
My mother told me Mson, that you never know when God sends you an Angel to test your heart. I remember that best about my sweet Mother. She was always kind. Kind of reminds me about you Mson and of course Homer.
Worked out there today and it was hard but so very nice to be out there. I try to make a pack with the bees not to sting me as the mustard is now in flower. I know God is with me and so are you, dear one.
Bless you and BH.
Bobbie
