"For us, our house is not insentient matter—it has a heart, and a soul, and eyes to see us with; and approvals, and solicitudes, and deep sympathies; it is of us, and we are in its confidence, and live in its grace and in the peace of its benediction. We never come home from an absence that its face does not light up and speak out its eloquent welcome—and we can not enter it unmoved." —Mark Twain, 1896 ______________________________
Sunday, January 31, 2010
One of those thoughtless days...........
Today is the last day of the first month of a new decade, and I thought of so many things to post on the subject, and now, I can’t seem to recall any of those things. Only that they seemed profound at the time.
He makes the clouds his chariot and rides on the wings of the wind.He makes winds his messengers [angels], flames of fire his servants. (Psalm 104:3, 4, NIV
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