Food for thought- Grieving does not negate hungry bellies. While mealtimes come and mealtimes go, someone must provide food to eat and nourish- plain and simple truth. Funny how I have not given much thought to it these days, the means of how it will be purchased or who puts it on the table.
But others know. My door bell rings and there is our next meal.
Thank you.
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Thank you, Lord for the kindness and compassion of neighbours.
Blessings!
Deborah
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