My silver Christmas piggy has returned! I thought perhaps he went to market, or perhaps had run off with these other handsome pigs. But no, he was here all along! It seems he had trotted around to the back side of the tree by the wall, where I never hang any ornaments because no one can see back there. He must have been hiding, so this is the end of the tail!
“God is good, a hiding place in tough times. He recognizes and welcomes anyone looking for help, no matter how desperate the trouble. But cozy islands of escape He wipes right off the map. No one gets away from God.”