Mist, fine and hovering was elevated just a few inches above the still water on the pond and sleepy wood ducks waddled up the hill looking for their breakfast among the clumps of grass and although the morning was quiet a great chorus came from deep within the pond, a chorus from the frogs of peeps and squeaks and croaks and ribb-it. As I left the gate I passed my side garden with aromas of the violets and a gimps of the first of the delicate spring blossom on the prunes tree. Oh God, how wonderful it is to focus on the rich legacy we have in you, that steadfastness, faithfulness, that ' for ever showing upness' that lasts forever and shows us that in you we too will last forever, forever in your kingdom.
Grace and peace from the Lord Jesus Christ.
Anne, servant of the Lord.
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