There was once a tiny tiny flower girl who lived in a tiny tiny flower town. She had a tiny anther home in a tiny corner of the tiniest petal. She danced and pranced and lived for joy, and every day was as good as the last. One fine day, a cheery summer day, she met a tiny tiny flower boy. Never had she met such a lively, happy boy, so tiny but so great. They danced and pranced together, and rejoiced through every day. Tiny flower girl fell for tiny flower boy, and tiny flower boy loved her right back. Tiny flower love, so tiny but so great. From that day forward and forever, tiny life seemed immensely great.
Vengo de misa. Es un muy bonito dia. A mi alrededor la gente se queja de todo y de nada, y eso me entristece. Las noticias solo hablan de desastres, ejecutados, crímenes y demás tragedias... dirían que es un mal momento el que nos tocó vivir, pero no es malo--es nuestro momento. La felicidad está por doquier, y sólo hace falta tener ojos para encontrarla. Lo bueno, que nos haga felices, y lo malo... pues, dicen que "al mal tiempo, buena cara".
Fe en Cristo, alegría al mundo.
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