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Our lives are a woven tapestry of God’s love…
Another wonderful Sunday the Lord has gifted us today, the overcast sky so beautiful in its layers of ashen whites and grays and purples and blues. The layering of the clouds looked like the peaks of a distant mountain range on the western prairies. I love watching the clouds color up and float away, dropping…
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If dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird…
Late afternoon I was sitting in the swing, eating a double-decker Moon Pie and drinking a blackberry Dr. Pepper, when I happened to look at the cellophane wrapper and read that one-third of the moon pie is considered a serving. Surely not! Who would eat just a third of a Moon Pie. Didn’t intimate me,…
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Let us feel the touch of God’s invisible hands…
I’m pondering on the porch swing this afternoon, the sky, so pretty in pale blue, is covered in line clouds where Father Sky has scratched his white pastel back and forth across his sky canvas. The songbirds are singing cheerfully and the wind chimes are adding background music to the songbird’s glorious symphony. The goldfinches,…
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The bamboo bends with the wind…
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Not all the clouds obscure the sun…
“We do not ask for what useful purpose the birds do sing, for song is their pleasure since they were created for singing. Similarly, we ought not to ask why the human mind troubles to fathom the secrets of the heavens,” Johannes Kepler. Read this quote today, deeper than my usual ones, been pondering on…
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When the wind blows it can change things…
I have watched Father Sky change the colors in his sky sketch all day. He began with a vanilla cloud colored overcast sky this morning, adding touches of cigar smoke grey, aqua and purple, moving the clouds close together, then letting the wind push them away to leave a clear blue sky dotted with white…
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A simple prayer but God hears it…
Today the sky canvas is deep blue, stretching across the heavens cloudless and clear. God is smiling down through the sun’s bright rays, kissing the dandelions and the tiny wildflowers awake. Mother Nature is doing every thing in her power to bring forth the spring. It’s getting closer every day, the grass is greening, the…
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When your best friend is God, you’re never alone…
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God’s hands hold us in a powerful gentle grip…
The wind entertained me all afternoon as it shook brown magnolia leaves from the trees’ branches, chasing them around as they danced in the yards and street. Occasionally the fallen oak tree leaves would join the magnolia leaves for a whirlwind, twisting down the street, slapping themselves loudly on the concrete. I’m always fascinated by…
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In God’s name I pray…
