Our first night in New Hampshire, we had a couple of inches of snow... as we exited the covered bridge, first flakes fluttered forth... later, we walked to Molly's Barn, flakes feathered, fattened and fluffed... Standing with face to sky, I felt each snowflake kiss my face... Each icy tingle said "I'm Touching you"... and again, "I'm Touching you." Hot tears on cold cheeks as His Delight in bestowing the desires of my heart overwhelmed me. Early the next morning, Love-Laden Boughs testified to God's Grace--- a Gift just for me...
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
GRACED...
Our first night in New Hampshire, we had a couple of inches of snow... as we exited the covered bridge, first flakes fluttered forth... later, we walked to Molly's Barn, flakes feathered, fattened and fluffed... Standing with face to sky, I felt each snowflake kiss my face... Each icy tingle said "I'm Touching you"... and again, "I'm Touching you." Hot tears on cold cheeks as His Delight in bestowing the desires of my heart overwhelmed me. Early the next morning, Love-Laden Boughs testified to God's Grace--- a Gift just for me...
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