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Yet my life is full of the evidence of His love around me, each thing filing in its proper place. How often do I snub it–not on purpose, but not stopping to turn around and say “Thank you”?
We’ll eat, and they’ll be gone. Stained, purple fingers, mouths–a homemade pie with the crust not just right…
But the fruit of our hands binding us, one more strand, together as we eat and say, “Yes, the Lord is good”.
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Wonderful post and oh those blackberries look delicious.
Yum!!!!!! Yes, Thank you Lord for the blackberries!
For the record, Crawford made blackberry deserts are to die for!
You should send this into “Seeing the Everyday.” Seriously!
You’re too sweet Ana! Cobblers are always better shared with friends 😉
I think Notre Dame sends non-football to the ACC.