point of view

like a prairie hawk in a fowler's net my restless heart struggles angry at times other times, holy and content once in a while, both and the whole drama beautiful somehow. How strange how incomprehensible this work of Yours but this wild and dirty little gypsy girl You love her somehow I am convinced of it how else this grace, all this Grace? love more than imagination can wrap itself around intimately, deeply, oh so painfully heavy euphoria sanctification.

In honor of Thanksgiving Day yesterday, here are some of my gift listings since the last post. #358 A sound sleep #360 Unexpected joy #368 Warm campfire sleepiness #370 A baby climbing into my lap uninvited, uncoaxed #374 Curiousity #375 A boy with a big voice to proclaim scripture to passersby #380 Tiny frogs #385 The chance to tell someone, "Jesus Christ is the difference!" #387 A mechanic for a father! #397 A friend who will always be one #399 Being told I am missed #400 The way prairie grasses ripple in green waves, an ocean of wild freedom #406 That they are going even though I can't #411 A mockingbird rejoicing on the TV antenna #417 An unasked for downpour #421 Midnight crickets #429 Joyful black baby faces #432 Djembes at the campfire #438 The evening sun shining back from the windows of a farmhouse #442 Sharing french press #440 Dishtowels that make me laugh (http://www.comparestoreprices.co.uk/images/ed/eddingtons-...