12 Friday Apr 2013
Posted in Poetry, Storytelling
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bliss, fearless, forgiveness, friendship, grace, gravel roads, life, living, love, reason, self, spirit, spirituality, strength, value, wonder
Because sometimes, we need reminders that the things that matter most aren’t the things that take up the most room.
May your day be blessed with moments of bliss, and may hearts that hold you wait patiently while you play.
My love,
Bobbie
Starry-eyed Writer, Cautious Philosopher, Hopeful Romantic
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The most genuine thoughts are the ones that are unselfishly shared from a pure heart and spirit that is filled with the love of our Lord! As He has spoken, ‘love others as you would love yourself”, without cost, just because, and in doing so you emulate the greatest gift he gives to us daily. Without his love we would not exist! Giving of one’s self to another is a treasured offering which glorifies Him! Your heart shines brightly everyday to all of us, but today it’s glow which is alive in your words and your post is so very mesmerizing! Have a wonderful weekend! God bless you and much love to you always dear sister!
Thank you, precious Wendell. I believe (I know) that our joy is HIS joy!! Here’s praying that you fill His heart with bliss this day!
Precious! One rule we always had in our family when the kids were little was that you could always jump in a puddle- no matter what you were wearing. 🙂 Thanks for sharing- made me smile.
I love that, Nanc. It reminds me of this place we used to go near the river on Sundays after church. The water was swift and cold, and the rocks were (of course) slick). Still we could navigate them without much problem. But, it was understood that at some point, one of us would slip in, which meant all of us could get in (just make sure you left your shoes on the bank). As a rule, we’d resist just long enough so that our plans weren’t terribly obvious. 🙂 Love really never cared for rules. Thank you, my friend. ~ Much love, Bobbie
And may all the sentiments of love, grace and holiness that you share be returned to you tenfold, dear soul. xxx
I love this Bobbie and the tenderness between the dog and little one just take your breath away. Beauty and love in simplicity. Love you Xx
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