The moth flutters.
It flies onto the computer screen.
I squish it.
It splatters on the computer screen.
That is gross.
My mom will kill me,
So I rub it of.
She won’t know now.
That is good,
I think.
Written By Anna
"This is the business of our life. By labor and prayer to advance in the grace of God, till we come to that height of perfection in which, with clean hearts, we may behold God." --St. Augustine of Hippo
If Nature has made you for a giver, your hands are born open, and so is your heart; and though there may be times when your hands are empty, your heart is always full, and you can give things out of that -- warm things, kind things, sweet things -- help and comfort and laughter -- and sometimes gay, kind laughter is the best help of all.
~A Little Princess
"Lord, make me an instrument of Your peace. Where there is hatred, let me sow love; where there is injury, pardon; where there is doubt, faith; where there is despair, hope; where there is darkness, light; and where there is sadness, joy. O, Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console; to be understood as to understand; to be loved as to love; for it is in giving that we receive; it is in pardoning that we are pardoned; and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life."St. Francis of Assisi
1 comment:
you are the crazeist kid i have ever herd of
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