I love the little S'mores man in the center. He really is very little. The white disc under him is about the size of a quarter. See the red glass ball with the peace sign across it? Its broken. I broke my peace. It was hanging on the hutch, as it has for years and I bumped into it. Hard. But isn't it good that our peace is not external like that? A "thing" that can be broken in two. Real peace comes from above. Real Peace, peace that passes understanding, comes because of this time of year and a babe that was born two thousand years ago. He lived, He died, He rose again. May you be blessed with His peace. PEACE on earth and good will towards men...
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