Butterflies flitted about
much too anxiously today–
almost as if they had sipped
just a little too much nectar.
But I learned something new.
Jittery jitterbugs can be soothed to sleep
by the softest strains of holy hymns.
Almost like magic.
Butterflies flitted about
much too anxiously today–
almost as if they had sipped
just a little too much nectar.
But I learned something new.
Jittery jitterbugs can be soothed to sleep
by the softest strains of holy hymns.
Almost like magic.
snuggled in terracotta muslin and striped linen sheetsCooper and I sitto read an old story about Benjamin Franklin. Something about him inspires memaybe it was
Sabbath ponderingon the hilltop of my mind.A parable from the Lordabout a certain womanwho rose from the minutia of the dailyto climb to higher heightsto
in the darkness of nightwe light candles.Books are candles for me;so is music;so is friendship. Accept infinity.live in eternity.we are dearly loved. Wait.night stopped. Start
Our lives can be filled with wonder as we learn to walk with the One who is named Wonderful. His glory is everywhere if we know how to look...
~Jamie G. Johnson