Thoughts that make us go, “hmmm….”
When I’m honest with myself, I recognize that I harbor a berth for my imagination on a velvet pillow, and return to it to smooth it’s silken fur as I would my Himalayan feline pet. My feline owns me. And my imagination? Does it own me, also? Hmm… It tends to be the “little things” that niggle in the recesses of my thoughts.
When I fall on my face, I fall on God’s grace. The same grace that first brought me to Him! -g.w.