My mother wrote today that they ran out of Halloween treats after 15 minutes. That it reminded her of the year Grandma laid rubber to the store. She had us kids empty our bags so they could continue treating until Grandma squealed into the driveway with a new supply.
I don’t remember that!
You’d think I’d remember that.
That Mom stole my hard-earned stash before I even had a sniff.
I’m so glad God doesn’t swipe my stuff. In fact, I have the most amazing bag of goodies, miraculously refilled whether I sneak a taste or gorge myself. Always something new and delicious.
“How sweet are your words to my taste, sweeter than honey to my mouth!” Psalm 119:103 (NIV)
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