EScape

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Escape

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Psalm 55:8 (KJV) “I would hasten my escape from the windy storm and tempest.”

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Everyone occasionally needs a place to escape the cares of this world, be it a quiet room, a shed, a nook in the barn, a fence post, or a piece of land where nothing intrudes into one’s thoughts and feelings. The burdens of the soul shall melt away whenever one slips into this serene, sacred realm.

For many a year, my place of refuge was a tiny chunk of land resting beside the Flint River. It was merely half an acre, but my, what a busy patch of green!

Squirrels scurried here and there burying their nuts for the long Michigan winters while frolicking rabbits waltzed around the grove of prickly crabapple trees. Gorging on bugs and grubs by the thousands, fat and sassy moles punched the rich, dark loam upward into long tunnels crisscrossing the grassy field. Various ducks and geese nestled alongside the banks of the rippling, cool water, displaying their beauty and serenity, whereas the feisty kingfishers zoomed overhead, diving into the murky river for their catch of the day. In the early morning foggy dew, a rare deer would come tiptoeing along the lower bank, tenderly chomping down fallen acorns.

Whenever this idyllic wonderland beckoned to my sagging spirit, I’d mosey on down and head for a special old tree alongside the riverbank. Snuggling down next to its weather worn trunk, I’d silently sit for a while and spiritually blend in with the land.

I sensed the spirit of the trees and the grass, the leaves and the dirt, the river and the animals, the wind and the rain, the snow, the fog, and the mist.

Within my soul came healing as I rested and communed with God. I’d tell Him all my troubles, my needs and my sins, mention folks in need of prayer, praise Him for all His blessings, and thank Him for His grace. Sighing softly as the tenseness within my weary body slowly ebbed away, my spirit was restored, fully refreshed and strengthened to face anew the matters at hand.

Thank you, Father, for that mystical plot of land that served so faithfully as my refuge many years ago. Those memories shall be treasured forever.

Shalom

 

Celebration and Thank You!

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HAPPY THIRD ANNIVERSARY:

WOMEN’S WINDOW

 

 

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Women’s Window has been in existence for three years!  The transition from a hard copy newsletter to a physical presence on-line has been most rewarding.

 

Thank you for your support and encouragement in this blogging adventure.  It is such a blessing to be in the company of great writers and friends.

 

Merry Christmas and may our Lord bless you with many joys in the year ahead. 

 

Shalom!

 

Jeanne

The Glowing

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Thank you for the memories,

The joys and wonders of life,

The blessing of divine glories…

What peace abundantly rife!

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You birthed me as a baby girl,

Swaddled up in my mother’s arms;

Tenderly kissed my golden curls

As I snuggled in her charms.

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Thanks for all my family and friends,

Thanks for pretty flowers and weeds.

Sunshine and rain brought amends

As You sought to establish Your seeds.

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Oh God, my sins no longer sting

They’re hung on the cross of Jesus.

He entered into my life to bring

A life so much more prestigious.

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Your truth appeased my doubting heart

I was healed by Your living waters.

Eternal life You did truly impart

To my lost spirit and many others.

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I peered inside my very soul;

Faithfully, You are present there.

See that loving spirit glow…

A sweet heavenly flare!  Amen

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Seventy-one years ago God saw fit to bring into this world twin sisters, Joannie and Jeanne.  What a blessing this has been to each one of them.  How do I know?  I am Jeanne, the fraternal twin sister of Joannie. 

Entwined within our many days here on earth, we have amassed an assortment of living and breathing activities that we shall always treasure.   Like the proverbial box of chocolates, these pieces have brought a special richness and wholeness to our lives, in extra measure as twins.

Sharing

Comparing

Worrying

Wondering

Praying

Hurting

Fretting

Arguing

Enjoying

Laughing

Smiling

Surprising

Questioning

Thrilling

Puzzling

Competing

Forgiving

Loving

Missing

Weeping

Reuniting

 Thank you, Lord, for this special sister!

 

There has been so much to share . . . and too little time.

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