Today is a day to sing to the Lord. The sky's are grey, not red and black and they are weeping volumes of wet soaking rain. The air is clear and crisp, not smoke filled and blowing a strange wind.. The dry parched and burnt land is turning green and the farmers dams are full and creeks are flowing. You can almost hear the dehydrated trees clapping their hands for joy and the little birds are singing a new song from their tiny beaks. There are sounds not heard for so long like the kookaburra laughing and the chorus of crickets singing in the evening. Praise God and let us make a joyful noise unto the Lord.
May the Lord of peace himself give you peace at all times and in all ways.
Anne,servant of the Lord
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| And the darling blackbirds are taking a bath. |
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