Sunday, June 23, 2013

June 23, 2013


Wonderful, breathtaking brilliant days... and the garden is a gentle and generous benefactor... always always gifting gifting. The red-winged blackbird have brought the rains in—I'm sure. With such probing songs—Conk-a-reeeee, conk-a-reeeee. Intriguing as their onyx flight is. My life is so full these days, it is strange... full, and meaningful and bursting with life's sweet scent, like the flowers out in the little garden that hang like a fringe of jewels in their beds; wide awake under the gentle sun; serene, confident in life. I cannot be more thankful. Oh Lord how my heart loves this habitation of your house; this humble place where your glory dwells.

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