Life is like a sandbox, an hour
glass of passing sand! One day
set aside to rest and reflect,
to have fun with one another!
Each week they had a special day to meet. Having such a good time together
playing and laughing, building sand castles with kings and queens and every imaginable thing.
One day she became too
busy and forgot their special day.
And now her bucket is too
heavy
her shovel is filled with
holes. Sand sifts through her
fingers having no place to go!
Don’t forget the Sabbath a
day of rest!
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