Last night I purposefully turned the adult part of my brain
onto pause and allowed childlike wonder to frolic. Ignoring why and how, I just enjoyed the
show.
You can call them fireflies or
lightning bugs. I call them
delights. Cherished childhood memories,
of running around the backyard collecting light in a jar, causes me to relax
with a contented smile.
I thank God for
simple pleasures.
Twinkle lights in a jar. How precious the memory. Thanks!
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