Today I feel like this poem says:
Hug
coming home so weary,
working nine to five
with the feeling I must be
the most exhausted Dad alive.
greeted with the knowledge
my dishwasher's on the blink
seeing an avalanche of dirty dishes
piled up in the sink.
how will I ever do it, Lord?
then I feel the answering tug
of a little hand, reaching out for me
God's love within my daughter's hug.
by Deborah P Kolodji
Thank You Jesus.
It's in fact very difficult in this active life to listen news on Television, so I only use the web for that purpose, and get the most recent information.
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