breaking camp

Hey Abraham, would you give me a hand with these cardboard boxes? I never knew so much stuff could come out of one little tent. I don’t really want to talk about leaving yet, so let’s just keep busy. Just stuff those blessings in with that pile of promises over there. If you get tired, we’ll take a nap under the tamarisk tree you planted. It’s big enough now to provide shade for two. Maybe God will whisper in our dreams. Isn’t that just like Him?


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