It is going to be a beautiful day!
Next to my front door, there are four hats hanging on the wall. These hats belonged to four men who were precious to my life. The other day, Claire took my dad's cowboy hat off the wall and put it on. She looked adorable! I looked at her and in a blink all I could focus on what whose hat she was wearing. I was overwhelmed by sweet memories and peace.
I wonder today, when I am doing My Fathers work, do I disappear? Can my motives and selfihness be taken over by whose work I am doing? Wouldn't it be sweet if all we wanted people to see was WHOSE hat we were wearing instead of how great we looked wearing it?
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