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Sabbath Sunday: Full of Fog with Glimpses of Beauty

Each Sunday I post my own amateur nature picture with a thought or two about God’s love for you. This isn’t the best picture, but it’s a typical fall morning. Full of fog with glimpses of beauty. Is that where you are today? Can’t figure out the literal season you are in–unable to even take…

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Sabbath Sunday: Full of Fog with Glimpses of Beauty

Each Sunday I post my own amateur nature picture with a thought or two about God’s love for you. This isn’t the best picture, but it’s a typical fall morning. Full of fog with glimpses of beauty. Is that where you are today? Can’t figure out the literal season you are in–unable to even take…

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Sabbath Sunday: Full of Fog with Glimpses of Beauty

Each Sunday I post my own amateur nature picture with a thought or two about God’s love for you. This isn’t the best picture, but it’s a typical fall morning. Full of fog with glimpses of beauty. Is that where you are today? Can’t figure out the literal season you are in–unable to even take…

Sabbath Sunday: Full of Fog with Glimpses of Beauty
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Sabbath Sunday: Full of Fog with Glimpses of Beauty

Each Sunday I post my own amateur nature picture with a thought or two about God’s love for you. This isn’t the best picture, but it’s a typical fall morning. Full of fog with glimpses of beauty. Is that where you are today? Can’t figure out the literal season you are in–unable to even take…

Sabbath Sunday: Just Like the Roses
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Sabbath Sunday: Just Like the Roses

Each Sunday I share my own amateur nature(ish) picture and a thought or two about God’s love for you. This picture exudes promise to me. In a matter of time these buds will open into vibrant, full blossom. They steal the show not only where they are planted, but also where they are moved. The…