#11 Writing is on the Wall

Last week I promised my soul sister before I left I would help my little brother paint some walls in their house.  With a tiny babe in arms and thousands of breastfeeding hours stretched out ahead of her, she said she’d cope if she just didn’t have to look at the dirty white walls which were now defying the best efforts of sugar soap.  So last night, with a favourite CD playing, we got down to it.  These are the blessings written on the wall in the loungeroom.  And I was amazed at the goodwill and joy a blue wall could bring.

Love you Karen and Pete!

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