Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, Aromatic plants bestow no spicy fragrance while they grow; but crush'd or trodden to the ground, diffuse their sweets around.
11 April 2011
Photography =D
While there is perhaps a province in which the photograph can tell us nothing more than what we see with our own eyes, there is another in which it proves to us how little our eyes permit us to see.
I will carry you! [ Isaiah 46:4 ]
Heavenly Father, I want to unload my burdens on You today. Help me to leave them with You.
I trust You with my past, present, and future.
Thank You for Your goodness to me. Amen.
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