Daily Encouragement For June 27:

The Beautiful Design

When I was a little boy, my mother used to embroider a great deal. I would
sit at her knee and look up from the floor and ask what she was doing. She
informed me that she was embroidering. I told her that it looked like a 
mess from where I was sitting, which was the underside. I watched her work
within the boundaries of the little round hoop that she held in her hand.

She would smile at me, look down and gently say, "My son, you just go about 
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