Lying quiet on lavender dusted field.
The breath of clouds drift soft against sky blue.
Child laughter dances across the breeze.
Bare toes run on spring grass to deliver yellow lioned flowers.
Butterfly white skipping on wind's joy.
For this I am grateful. . .
the beauty of spring
the quietness of His presence
the unexpected refreshing
handfuls of dandelion love
laughter shared with women of faith
"Come here, I want to kiss you," from my little guy
chasing bubbles in the wind
new mercy
being close to Him
knowing Him more day by day
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Beautiful. Thank you.
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