Baby, its cold outside...
Though I didn't take time to post a list of what I'm thankful for during Thanksgiving, as I sit here my heart wells up in thankfulness to the Lord Jesus Christ. I can hear the wind howling outside, and the severe weather report tells me the driving snow is gearing up for an all out Minnesota snow storm. Nevertheless, I sit here on my uber-comfy couch, enjoying the warm glow of the Christmas tree, soaking in my hot cocoa, contentedly working while my dearest wife is in the other room. The lines have fallen in pleasant places, and I, who all too often murmur against my Sovereign, have been slain with kindness, and my wanton heart has been wooed back to the sweet sound of love playing on the harmonious twinge of strings.Though prone to wander, tonight I lay nestled comfortably in His good gifts. Grant the faith to trust you in the morning...
Labels: Art | Culture, the long war
That was a VERY interesting one! Seriously interesting.
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Health Yatra |
4/19/2018 01:37:00 AM
That is great to hear, thank you for reading!
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7/03/2018 02:51:00 AM