What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore--
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over--
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?
-Langston Hughes
I've given much time thinking about the deferred dream today. I pray for those who might be settling.
I praise God for the hours spent with Christy hanging out at my aunt's school today, too. Then to Clue with a few others from Rock Pointe after that (oh and I suppose I can't forget the Chick Fil A!!!).
And what a blast to watch The 39 Steps with momma and poppa Ammerman. That is all.
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