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My Jesus is more than a fair weather friend.
He orders my days from beginning to end.
And when my days grow stormy, I know that He will
Rebuke the winds.
Peace Be Still.
He says Peace! Peace!
Be still my child.
You're safe here in my arms though the storms grow wild.
Come! Lay your head upon My breast and trust me.
I will
Rebuke the winds.
Peace Be Still.
DO YOU SEE IT?
We often seek beauty in the high places when its heart is already present in the lowly.
With only the kiss of a late summer breeze on her limbs, Lady Cottonwood begins to teasingly disrobe, one golden garment at a time.
Such a coquet.
With no shame!
It was old and bent when found at a farm auction. But my Bob brought it home anyway, straightened the dings, filled in the missing parts, sanded away the dirt and grime and rust of years of neglect behind someone's barn, and repainted it.
If that isn't a picture of redemption, I don't know what is!
Settling in for a day of writing.
See the sticker?
Moment of Zen, it says. Whatever that means.
But let me tell you, the fragrance of eucalyptus and mint is strong enough to make words literally fly from my fingers
OR
Attract a very cuddly koala bear from the far reaches of Australia.
