nature
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At the beginning of summer, I thought a red theme would be nice and I picked up two hanging baskets of geraniums for my front porch. The color stood out and they contained ivy vines in them. Needless to say, I didn’t water them as I should and they looked pretty bad. I had resigned…
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I have lately felt the dryness and desolation of being in a barren desert. I imagine myself in a beautiful garden that I am to take care of. I fetch water from a far off well that is deep and as I bring my empty bucket and lower it down, I find that I have…
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It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of light, it was the season of darkness, it was the spring of hope, it…
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We had our first measurable snow fall, and I experienced it while I was away at a friend’s cabin. The snowfall was a just a trace when we arrived, as if the snow was sprinkled carefully over the ground. The cabin is cozy and nestled by a lake surrounded by spruce, fir, oak and maple…
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My love shall never leave you nor my covenant of peace be shaken, says the Lord, who has mercy on you. Isaiah 54:10 Today is the feast day of St. Faustina Kowalska. She is a special saint and friend to me. The Lord chose her to write about His unending love and mercy that He…
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I am the vine, you are the branches. He who abides in me, and I in him, he it is that bears much fruit, for apart from Me, you can do nothing. John 15:5. The Lord directed me to this beautiful scripture during my evening prayer time. I was in the quiet and peaceful chapel…
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As the days grow shorter, I fall unto You. The air beckons with its crisp, clean breeze and brushes my cheek lifting my thoughts upward. It cannot be seen but felt, the change in the air; the nights are longer and the days are shorter, fall is here. To fall unto You in scripture, letting…
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A full moon shining orange with the light from the sun. Sunflowers turned to the sky with a bee buzzing nearby. Clear running streams with smooth rocks glistening as the water flows down the mountain. A dove’s cooing heard from above. The golden plains and yellow wildflower prairies that go on for miles. Endless fields…
Fears and Tears 