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Faithfulness

Coat of Many Colours

As an old age pretence of real gardening, I have a habit of picking seed heads off flowers and planting the seeds in pots of soil. If they come up I am pleased and if they don't, I have not really lost anything except a tiny brown speck that could be anything. One...

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Changes

Some people hate change. I use to. I was comfortable were I was; I didn’t want to be uprooted. My husband would get promoted or make a change in his career and that meant the kids and I would have to change too. We would have to move, find new friends a new church and...

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My Heart is Singing

The fog is hanging low, tonight, Outside my window sill. Though it looks bleak and wearisome, My heart is singing, still. Because I know the Lord is with me, No matter what the weather. We'll still be walking hand in hand; Just Him and me together. Through the rain,...

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