Another beautiful Lord’s Day! Two Sundays in a row, you ask? No, I realize this is Monday, but it belongs to the Lord too. This morning, I thought I’d share just a few of my favorite verses in the beloved Book of Job and why they are special to me. I am not a Bible […]
Feb 21, 2014
Potpourri, Hodgepodge, Patchwork
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I’ve always liked that French word Potpourri. It sounds lovely, like the mixed fragrances of dried flower petals it represents. However, “hodgepodge” and “patchwork” mean about the same thing. My thoughts this morning are a mixture, a patchwork quilt of jumping from one subject to the next. You are invited to share them. The wind […]
Feb 18, 2014
In the Wee, Small Hours of the Morning
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Do you ever wake up in the wee, small hours of the morning, and find thoughts running through your head that wouldn’t be there any other time of the day? It’s as if in the busyness of daylight hours, my mind is full of the activities or worries or demands of the day, but in […]
Feb 17, 2014
Of Presidents and Trees
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Presidents’ Day–no mail, banks closed in memory of George Washington and Abraham Lincoln. I wonder, today, how many will think of the contributions to our country these two men made? Or, to how many will it mean only banks closed, no mail? In time, how many will remember that George Washington was born on February […]
Feb 15, 2014
Love Is…
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A cute, bouncy song was popular a few years ago, “Happiness is…” The song went on to say that happiness is different things to different people; that’s what happiness is. The same could be said of love. However, the 13th chapter of I Corinthians says it best. Yesterday was Valentine’s Day, a day set aside […]
Feb 14, 2014
Looking Beyond
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A dear friend told me that she likes to look out her window at the beautiful view of pines and mountains . Only thing is, she has to look beyond a couple of not-so-lovely buildings that stand between her and the uplifting scenery. She has to look past the ugliness to see the beauty. I […]
