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The ocean has always been an anchor of home for me—particularly along the Southern California coast. I spent all of my growing up and teenage years near there and most of my best memories involve the sand, the sea and the surf. There is a lot of life…
“Summer ends now; now, barbarous in beauty, the stooks arise Around; up above, what wind-walks! what lovely behaviour Of silk-sack clouds! has wilder, wilful-wavier Meal-drift moulded ever and melted across skies? “I walk, I lift up, I lift up heart, eyes, Down all that glory in the heavens to glean our Saviour;…
The soft and subtle glow of the sun sits right side of my shoulder. Bumper by bumper, we move at a close and constant pace while I relish the music washing over me. Grateful to not be harried and hurrying homeward, I sing along with the music and turn up the volume conducting the…
Nothing is FINALThere is always a new day, a new chanceNoting is FATALYou won’t die; this experience won’t kill youNothing is FUTILEEven if you’ve blown it, you can learn from this; God uses it all. Bottom line: We have to believe what Jesus says about us instead of what we think of ourselves. ~~~~~~From my journal…
There’s a danger in going back to visit a place you’ve grown up in–a chance for your psyche to experience a bit of a jolt when what you remember doesn’t line up with reality.Actually, much of life is like that.My husband and I recently returned from an 8-day trip to California, the majority of the…
We’ve been informed we are flying at 29,000 feet (approximately) above the face of the Earth, suspended (how? by speed, lift and whatnot) like a moving planet jettisoned in a line moving at the speed of sound (light?). Refreshments are served, secured with invisible payments traveling via plastic and magnets swiped by staff standing still as…