It was a hot Saturday afternoon. I'd put it off long enough. It was time to just get it done. Time to mow the grass.
I really don't mind mowing the grass. It is usually my husband's chore but, every now and then I get out there with the mower and cut the lawn. The one part I dread is filling the gas tank...
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- Melanie @ This Ain't New York
- Born and raised in Georgia, I love the South. Now I live in the Florida panhandle, fondly known as the Redneck Riveria, with my husband, daughter, and crazy mutt of a dog. I love Jesus,my family, the smell of rain on the hot pavement, rocky road ice cream, and the softness of kitten paws.
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1 comment:
This devotion today spoke to me in so many ways. It was exactly what I needed to read, and it was spot on.
Thank you for sharing this with us.
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