Jesus is a healer. This year I'm going to let Him do His work in me.
(As if I had a choice...my beautiful, ever-loving savior. Once He begins a work...)
This thing that I am: mind, body, soul. Whatever this instrument is: His hands while He is absent in body here.
Let it: Live. Love. Laugh. One mighty prescription written for me to see in various locations here:
1. On the doormat in front of my dad's front door.
2. Over the archway in my sister's kitchen.
3. And today, on my grandma's sweatshirt.
I will take them each day. The most effective cure is usually the simplest one.