"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 ______________________________
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Surprise, surprise, surprise!!!!
This one just arrived today.
I totally forgot that I pre-ordered it, and found it waiting for me in my Mudroom.
What a great surprise.
And just in time, too.
I'm breaking away from Cedar Cove for this YA adventure.
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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