overlooked
i turned the pages of my book,
with nervous haste and heedless care,
i searched impatiently to find
some favorite verses written there.
at last upon the book's first page
i found the lines for which i sought,
but in my haste, had overlooked
and suddenly there came this thought,
how oft for some much-needed thing
we ask the father o'er and o'er,
when, lo! by simple faith and trust
we find the blessing at our door.
by olivia ward bush-banks (1869 - 1944)
So true and so beautiful! I need to try to catch up here, but now it is so late again. I'll try tomorrow.
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DeleteGet your rest, Eva, whenever you can; especially with Julius wandering around at night. Poor thing. I hope he still lets you sleep.
The nights have been better, but you still have to be prepared to find Julius stuck somewhere (under the bed, behind a door, in the laundry basket, . . .).
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