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The Sky Tonight


Jesus, I'm sitting outside and I was about ready to blog but you told me to pray for a while first and since mom and Sarah are laying on the deck here next to where I'm sitting I think the best way for me to do that right now is to write out my prayer with this keyboard.  It's a little chilly just sitting out here but it's November 6th and I'm amazed that it's not unpleasantly cold.  And the sky is all cloud covered but it's still beautiful.  There's something about it that's beautiful.  I think it's the color.  I can't decide whether it's purple or orange but I think it's a mix of the two.  It's beautiful the way it shows off the silhouettes of the trees too.  It's beautiful laying on my back on the deck staring up at the vast sky.  You have really helped me get my mind a lot clearer tonight and I appreciate it.  I know it probably can't keep on lasting exactly like this because I still feel a pinching on my heart, an aching.  But looking up at the sky, realizing a little bit more of how big it is, this pinching pain goes away a little.  Not because I am realizing how big the big picture is.  More so because I know you made it and if you made this huge sky,  I know my problems aren't going to stop everything from being ok in the end.  

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