Praising God for...
old friends.
A good friend of mine recently came to town. As a self-proclaimed 'country mouse', it's rare that he makes it down the winding mountain roads to visit us 'city mice' but that's exactly what he did.
There's nothing like old friends, good food, and good conversation to keep oneself grounded.
The poor are shunned even by their neighbors,
but the rich have many friends.
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Su-weet. Praise for city mice! In my small group last week we were asked to share a story about an old friend. I shared about my oldest and dearest friend. She made me buy her ciggs when we were 12/13 because I "looked older" and could get away with it.
I smile when I recall her waiting for me outside the market. Those were good times. : )
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