Sunday morning starts slowly with a cup of coffee on the back porch and the view of the sun shining discretely through the big oak.
The green is so rich in the woods behind the house from the heavy summer rains that a bank can't buy it,
and the peace passes in white puffs across blue sky.
The hole in the business check book created by bills is miraculously filled, as always, with "out of the blue" customers and unexpected sales, and the incredibly deserving technicians go home with their
sustenance for another two weeks.
Blessings don't fall in diminished streams to be had only by the lucky and the bold.
Blessings are everywhere for everyone, just for the taking,"the evidence of things unseen."
Blessings flow.
The green is so rich in the woods behind the house from the heavy summer rains that a bank can't buy it,
and the peace passes in white puffs across blue sky.
The hole in the business check book created by bills is miraculously filled, as always, with "out of the blue" customers and unexpected sales, and the incredibly deserving technicians go home with their
sustenance for another two weeks.
Blessings don't fall in diminished streams to be had only by the lucky and the bold.
Blessings are everywhere for everyone, just for the taking,"the evidence of things unseen."
Blessings flow.
Praise God from whom all blessings flow.
Praise him all creatures here below.
Praise him above ye heavenly host.
Praise Father, Son and Holy Ghost.
Amen.
Peace. Love, Linda
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