O God, let it be so.
With all due respect to laborers far and wide across the miles and the years, I am ceasing from my labors for Labor Day weekend. In the Rocky Mountains. Near a rushing river stream. White waters and trees. Cold, cold baths and the roar of nature. Some reading, Some writing. Some meandering through wooded areas. Singing my heart out as loudly as I want to for no one but God will be able to hear next to that roaring river. Zzzzzzzzzzzzz………..
NOTE TO SELF: To get all this and more – must pack!