The blaze was brilliant as I opened the door to let the dogs out. The blue sky, the sunlit gold leaves, the white moon hanging low...
Three sweet last flowers, for these
sweet youngest gifts, the third not here becuase the photo was DARK.
Glorious gift, this invitation to walk, just HE and i. A perfect beginning to another week of counting His endless gifts.
176. A child who has chosen to cultivate joy.
177. Stamina increasing. A strong heart.
178. Christmas request from a child, to hold babies in Guatemala.
179. Sweet, encouraging running companion.