Who or what are the “eggs” in your life?
At our family’s annual egg hunt, the children ran around their grandparents’ yard in search of eggs. I love the sense of peace conveyed in this photo of my niece Kate, gently holding two eggs she found. What are the “eggs” in your life that you cherish—who or what brings you peace?
Who or what brings you a sense of peace? How can you gently hold onto him, her, it or them?
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