A woman sees a father shopping with a fussy two-year-old in his grocery cart. “Be patient, Billy,” he whispers. “You can handle this, Billy. It’s okay, Billy.”
The woman said to him, “I don’t mean to interrupt your shopping, but I just had to tell you how wonderfully loving and patient you are with little Billy.”
The man replied, “Actually, my son’s name is Patrick. My name is Billy.”
The Spirit is available to whisper to us thoughts of love and joy and peace and
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