“My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.”

Sweet comfort

I have an owie.

Satchmo ran headlong into my lap without warning. Actually, he tripped on my lap and fell headlong into my mouth. He ended up with a small red bump. I ended up with a big, fat bloody lip.

My first thought: OWWWWWWW!

My second thought: Agh, I’m bleeding! A lot! I need ice! Or a bag of frozen vegetables! Or –

My third thought: Hmm, this is a good excuse for some ice cream!

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