Yesterday in the thick blackness of 10 p.m. a small gray shadow was singing strong. I sat, the mesmerized audience in a front row seat to a private "mockingbird opera." A full moon spotlight on mockingbird soloist. The stage--an oak. One more gift from the Giver of Life. One more precious moment. Miracle treasures. Today I was serenaded by my four year old daughter at the piano. Front row seat to innocence and sheer joy. Notes out of order, contentment a perfect circle of enchantment. The stage--living room. Another precious treasure moment from the Giver of Life, wonderful Jesus.
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