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The Journal of A. Paige White Gossiping
03/08/2009 06:25 p.m.
Well there's an object lesson for you. If a neighbor of forty years stops by to tell you about the three police cars that were at one house to the east of you, at some point between going to bed and before you woke up, it's impossible not to query further. Just can't be done. Sorry. Gossip has a life of its own in some circumstances. Only Jesus wouldn't have queried further. Because He already knew all about it.
Since the neighbor in question had already visited with us in the back yard and introduced his beautiful little girl, our interest was already engaged. Jesus if you don't deliver us from gossip, we shall be gossipers.
There's no mood label on here that suits the occasion. Only post-Gossipy would truly do.
Cadence...
Cadence...
Cadence
A beautiful name for the beautiful place in our lives her anticipated birth brings. She brings the language and genealogy of frabbits in frogese hopping from Easter baskets, just an egg, a tadpole in a picture....Welcome to our lives little Cadence. May all your days be filled with the inextinguishable light of God, your creator, saviour.
I am currently Frustrated
I am listening to Beyond the Sky: BRIAN KEANE & OMAR FARUK TEKBILEK
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