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posted on Monday, December 12, 2016 @ 3:49 AM On the train home, they sit next to each other holding hands. The morning sun streams in through the open windows. It is a beautiful day. Playfully she squeezes out SOS in Morse code with the hand she clutches his with. He shakes his head, smiling, whips out his phone using his other hand and googles Morse code. Turning to her he asks, "Is it weird if we learn Morse?" Together they stare at the translation sheet, hands still interlocked. He starts squeezing out letters: I... L... O... V... "I have no idea what you just did," he said quizzically, half-laughing at his own stupidity. "Just completing your sentence," she replied. He reaches in for a kiss, with a smile so bright it rivals the sunlight. |
imbécillité But he said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness." Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest on me. |