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I love the Lord, His people and music. These are just my thoughts; creative, non-creative and usually random. This time of year is filled with new years resolutions; promises to be better, to do something great, to try something new. The flames in the fire place are now nothing but glowing red embers. The candles are burning down to a small wax nothing.
Let your mind open up to the things God has in store, and your life will never cease to amaze you. When its all said and done, all that matters is that your life reflects the love you were designed to share. Friday, August 12, 2011. A new year, and. Tuesday, June 21, 2011.
This heart does not give up. My adventures, thoughts, spiritual journey. i hope that this is something that people can relate to and that through each writing, a lesson of encouragement may be taught. i pray that somehow my trials can be a testimony to others that strengthens people and leads them closer to God. Saturday, September 24, 2011.
Lunedì, febbraio 12, 2007. 1- GLI APPUNTI DI LEI. Ma lui non mi ha fatto appunti. La conversazione però non era un granché. Allora gli ho proposto di andare in un luogo più intimo. Sono preoccupata di brutto Finalmente siamo arrivati a casa; ero ormai convinta che mi volesse mollare. 2- GLI APPUNTI DI LUI.
I was given the opportunity this week to spend a whole day along the Riverside in the glorious sunshine, whilst waiting for my poorly car to be fixed. I decided to be a mini tourist for the day! I then walked all the way round back to the top of riverside, past the RSC Theatre and the many boats. The pictures below are taken from a bridge towards the end of the river. In the first, you can see the beautiful theatre which is also having some .
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Claudia McGill Writes Poetry, Did You Know That? Marvel at the Non-Miracle. The staircase winds up the stairwell. A spiral forced into a rectangle. Up and up beyond where I can see. When I reach the top. The view from the lighthouse. Is straight out to sea. Because I cannot look down. The small window beside the stairs. Though it should not be open.