You have put more joy in my heart
than they have when their grain and wine abound.
In peace I will both lie down and sleep;
for you alone, O Lord, make me dwell in safety.
Psalm 4:7
On a daily basis I allow peace and joy to be stolen from me. I'm not proud of that. In fact, I am downright furious about it. Being furious steals even more of my peace and joy. And I have to start taking responsibility for allowing that to happen.
Write 'Em, Cowboys!
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Hey guys, it's time again for our Annual Texas Cowboy Poetry post!
(My apologies in advance to Texas, cowboys, and poetry in general.)
Ahem hem hem.
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10 hours ago
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