One stanza of a myriad, by George Herbert.
Now heal thyself, Physician; now come down.
Alas! I do so, when I left my crown
And Father's smile for you, to feel his frown:
Was ever grief like mine?
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just looking for a place to store all the things that bounce around in my brain and that sometimes escape to the airspace around me, which make my children stare at me and wonder if I'm ok...and since the kitchen's a mess, this blog will just have to do
What I Am
- Michelle
- Mom of four - a girl, 3 boys - I stay at home with all the noise. I need to clean, and probably should, but find other things that are just as good.
What's On the Kitchen Counter
- Brokenness, Surrender, Holiness, by Nancy Leigh DeMoss
Who's Cleaning My Kitchen
Get Ready to Clean
- Isaiah 49
- clip your fingernails
- hospitality
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