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Signed, Sealed and Delivered
Posted on September 8, 2016 Leave a Comment
“Here! Here!,” I cried. As he pulled the car over I was frantically pulling out the big lens and trying to attach it, not wanting to miss a one. (Not that I needed any more as I have so many photos from our visit to Cape Palliser. But those were little babies and these much […]
Cool of the Day
Posted on January 14, 2016 Leave a Comment
‘And they heard the sound of the Lord God walking in the garden in the cool of the day…” (Gen. 3:8) Gotta say in Winter I have NO desire to go outside in the cool of the day, but come Summer I can be found out there in the garden everyday. Enjoying all the growing […]
The Calling Card
Posted on July 1, 2015 Leave a Comment
Coming to, I was greeted with the sound of gentle dove coos. Laying there with eyes still closed just listening and drinking in the moment. I love doves. My dad built me an aviary when I was a girl and I had four white turtle doves. The bobbing and cooing are all tied up in […]
Smelling Divine!
Posted on June 30, 2015 Leave a Comment
I don’t think too often about God’s ability to smell. Do you? But he must… Otherwise why do we have references to being a ‘soothing aroma’ to him? Or a ‘stench in his nostrils’? Some even say they have physically smelt the presence of God. I can’t claim that, but as I walked into the […]
The Blessing of Boots
Posted on June 25, 2015 Leave a Comment
On wet winter days I would come home with feet soaked and cold from walks with the dog.She didn’t seem fazed but I wasn’t finding it too exciting. My darling dearest woke up one Saturday morning and announced that we were going shopping for a new pair of tramping boots (hiking for those of other more demure […]
Whitney Houston Belts the Sparrows
Posted on June 17, 2015 Leave a Comment
Whitney Houston is giving it her all on my playlist this morning. One of my all-time fav’s! Why should I feel discouraged, why should the shadows come, Why should my heart be lonely, and long for heav’n and home, When Jesus is my portion? My constant Friend is He: His eye is on the sparrow, […]
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