Thou carest more

by Elouise

I love seeing which old posts appeal to visitors. This post came up today. It was published on April 10, 2016, four days after I got Lucy pacemaker, and eleven days before I fell and broke my jaw. The political scene was already ugly, and got even uglier as election day approached. MacDonald’s simple sonnet helped calm my troubled spirit. I like to think I take good care of myself. Yet “Thou carest more.” Then, now and always. For me and for you.

Telling the Truth

Child Praying with Mother, Basco Light House Philippines, Ivatan Art Batanes Yaru Gallery-17
Do you want nothing but the best? If so, George MacDonald tells us exactly how to get it. My comments follow his sonnet.

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