Welcome, New Year

  • "My Times. . .
    are in Thy hands."
    ~Psalm 31:15

    “But, someone, please give me—who is born again but still so much in need of being born anew—give me the details of how to live in the waiting cocoon before the forever begins?”

    “This day is not a sieve, losing time. With each passing minute, each passing year, there's this deepening awareness that I am filling, gaining time. We stand on the brink of eternity.”

    “...the secret to joy is to keep seeking God where we doubt He is.”


    “Being in a hurry. Getting to the next thing without fully entering the thing in front of me. I cannot think of a single advantage I've ever gained from being in a hurry.”
    ~Ann Voskamp

    "Be still and know that I Am God."
    ~Psalm 46:10

Snows of Winter

  • the warmth of home. . .











a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons

  • "The one who enters by the gate is the shepherd of the sheep. The gatekeeper opens the gate for him, and the sheep listen to his voice. He calls his own sheep by name and leads them out. " ~ John 10
  • Chill airs and wintry winds! my ear Has grown familiar with your song; I hear it in the opening year, I listen, and it cheers me long. ~ Mr. Longfellow, "Woods in Winter"
  • Winter came down to our home one night Quietly pirouetting in on silvery-toed slippers of snow, And we, we were children once again. ~Bill Morgan, Jr.
  • Out of the bosom of the Air, Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken, Over the woodlands brown and bare, Over the harvest-fields forsaken,
  • Silent, and soft, and slow Descends the snow. This is the poem of the air. . . ~ Mr. Longfellow, "Snowflakes"

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A New Year. . .2017

  • I wish for you in the coming year. . .
    strength for the journey, joy for the heart, blessings for the spirit, a brave heart that knows no fear, and a peace that passes all understanding. . .no matter what. . .




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