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Happy memories become treasures in the heart…
Had a beautiful four day visit with the grandchildren this week. The journey home today was pleasant and I watched the cloud formations on the horizon as I drove. The clouds spit a few rain drops out, barely enough for the wipers to wash off. I always shed a few tears of happiness on the…
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The most beautiful things in life aren’t things…
Another happy day with the grandchildren. I’m full of memories and have stored them away for days without sunshine. I’ve laughed myself silly and so have they. I know Thomas and Ashley will be glad to see my taillights going down the driveway tomorrow. Least I minded Ashley and left the Whoopi cushions at home!…
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A happy grandmother’s ramble…
“Nothing you love can ever be forgotten.” Heard this quote today during a movie I watched with my granddaughter Handley and her mother. Never thought about this but what a beautiful expression of how wondrous our memories are. We all have stories to tell, but we can only tell stories about things we remember. Howard…
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Childhood is the most beautiful of all life’s seasons…
Had a pleasant drive up to Peachtree City this morning. The sky was glorious in its bounty of vanilla and gray clouds covering the sun’s smile, so beautiful over the wooded tree tops as the day stretched out and awakened. I had plenty of sunshine happiness with me as I drove down the rural roads…
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Gather your treasures in God’s mason jar…
Revised and rewritten from my archives… Today was a beautiful blue sky day. Warm sunshine and time for much porch pondering before I retreated inside to pack for a visit to the grandchildren. They’ve had so many adventures this summer. I can’t wait to hear about all Handley’s birthday travels with her mama and the…
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Face the things that cloud your life with God and a smile…
Bluest of blue skies this morning, clouds the colors of blinding white snow and ripe grape clusters, resting in the beautiful azure bowl of the sky, like a crystal jar of colored cotton balls sitting on an antique oak mirrored dresser. Seems Father Sky can’t decide if it’s going to storm or the heavens just…
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If I walk with the world, I can’t walk with God…
Spent the day in Alexander City today doing business things I’ve been putting off. Sad in a way to cut some more ties with Alexander City but life moves on down the highway and we choose how to accept the journey. My home is here in Roanoke with my family and I’m content with the…
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The darkest clouds precede the loveliest rain…
Such a pleasant morning, a light breeze is cooling the front porch and pushing the clouds along their slow travels. The wind chimes are holding steady waiting to sing with a stronger breeze. The yard is full of songbirds, several cardinals feeding their young. Father Sky has sketched a different sky canvas in every direction…
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The Lord is our shepherd…
Today has had all kinds of weather and all kinds of temperatures and the humidity fogged up my bedroom windows and muddled my glasses up when I went outside to perch in the porch swing. It has been a soupy Saturday. The sunflowers are hanging their heavy heads down in the flower garden but the…
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Prayer is just a conversation with God…
“There are flowers for those who want to see them,” Henri Matisse. I love looking for flowers and I usually find one, even in the dead of winter. We all have so many flowers in our lives but we don’t have or take the time to see them. God has given us all special gifts,…
