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There is a beauty in trusting the LORD God Almighty.
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Teaching and encouraging women in discernment and discipleship
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The seasons change- seemingly too often. Autumn has taken over the Summer we loved.
Now the corn is being harvested with the soybeans waiting to be next. Soon the fields will be empty with room for the winds to gather more speed.
Precious friends have died- leaving loving families to grieve them. Memories of the joys and loves which they shared. Photos are brought out with their love for each other shone throughout. Tears continue until they meet again in Glory.
It feels like a story which is coming to an end. We have nearly four months to the end of this year, but time seems to "rush" by somehow.
I'm thankful for kindnesses people have shown and the words of love which are shared together. The LORD has been gracious to love us so and then we can love others.
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"My Home is God Himself"; Christ brought me there.
I placed myself within His mighty arms;
He took me up, and safe from all alarms
He bore me "where no foot but His has trod,"
Within the holiest at Home with God,
And had me dwell in Him, rejoicing there.
O Holy Place! O Home divinely fair!
And we, God's little ones, abiding there.
"My Home is God Himself" it was not so!
A long, long road I traveled night and day,
And sought to find within myself some way.
Nothing I did or felt could bring me near.
Self-effort failed, and I was filled with fear,
And then I found Christ was the only way,
That I must come to Him, and in Him stay,
And God had told me so.
And now "my Home is God," and sheltered there,
God meets the trials of my earthly life,
God compasses me round from storm and strife,
God takes the burden of my daily care.
O Wondrous Place! O Home divinely fair!
And I, God's little one, safe hidden there.
Lord, as I dwell in You and You in me,
So make me dead to everything but Thee;
That as I rest within my Home most fair,
My soul may evermore and only see
My God in everything and everywhere;
My Home is God.
-unknown
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Bakings, makings, decoratings, moving furniture...to sitting and enjoying the breezes and listening to the wind through the pines.
So many things remind me of her. I lost her too soon -at age 67- but every thing about her comes out in me.
The homemaking things I love to do - she taught me to do them.
The way she loved on each of us, family, and friends is instilled in me.
I will never cook as well as she did, but I sure can bake her cookies just as well!
I love to clean up the house after a season, and rearrange the furniture which still surprises everyone!
I love to make and create sewing, crocheting, crafts, miniatures...she saw this in me as a little one. I still have embroidery she had me doing when I was so young, and the doll house she bought at a moving sale which she eventually gave to me at age 5....
I cannot separate her from whom I became and I didn't realize this until she was with the LORD. I am so very thankful for all of what my mother gave in me.
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