Thought 2

I can tell when my brain is

being exercised. It feels fuzzy

but not in a bad way. It’s like

I’m being swaddled in a cozy blanket

and cradled in my maker’s arms.

He smiles at me

as I use the gift He gave me

the way He intended.

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