Certain things stick with us. Everyone seems to pick something different, but we've all got something we carry with us. It makes you wonder, would mom approve of what you've been putting in your pockets? What are you carrying with you, what have you left behind? Is that really where you want it to be?
Which kids are you keeping as company, what character are you keeping as self?
Let me tell you something boys, I don't mind that you're bringing home the snakes and snails. I'm all for trouble. But maybe I need to be filling my pockets with something of a different style.
The picture is one of my high places. I think we each need at least one. A place with personal significance. A closet to pray in. You, God, and His sunset.
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