a rustling of leaves ...: river

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Saturday, July 21, 2007

Perhaps you have wondered where I've been ...

I've been here ...

instead of here ...

because of here ...

What a rustling of leaves means to me ....

"There are times, "when thou hearest the sound of a going in the tops of the mulberry trees." You have a peculiar power in prayer; the Spirit of God gives you joy & gladness; the Scripture is open to you; the promises are applied; you walk in the light of God's countenance, & his candle shines about your head; you have peculiar freedom & liberty in devotion; perhaps you have got less to attend to in the world & more closeness of communion with Christ than you used to have.” -- Charles Spurgeon

Saturday, July 21, 2007

Perhaps you have wondered where I've been ...

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