Jeanne C. Gore (North Carolina, USA)
Keep me as the apple of your eye; hide me in the shadow of your wings. - Psalm 17:8 (NIV)
As predicted, the severe thunderstorms had blown through our area with a vengeance; but now the sun shone more radiantly than usual. Yet I felt as broken as the tree limbs I was collecting. The weight of the world pressed on me: concerns over family health issues, finances, fractured relationships....
Today, I will find joy in God’s creation.
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