Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Spring Raindrops

They fall and water the earth, tears dripping from the clouds to refresh and renew. Rainy times in life come - often unexpected - and we remember again that growth comes when we let the refreshing rain soak into the hard ground of hurt.

Be still....and know that I am God.
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5 comments:

  1. Barb12:55 PM

    Hi Lorrie,

    I just love your new header and button. Beautiful.

    What a lovely post. I needed to read that now. I am trying very hard to be still and listen.

    hugs to you,
    Barb

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  2. GratefulPrayerThankfulHeart1:34 PM

    Beautiful post and a verse that I often need reminding of.

    The watermelon Feta Shrimp Salad recipe sounds so good!

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  3. Barb3:51 PM

    Hi Lorrie,

    When you have the chance, please come pick up a little something on my blog.

    hugs

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  4. Joy Jones7:47 PM

    Hi Lorrie! BEAUTIFUL photograph and post. I have always loved rain drops on flower leaves...they look just like natures diamonds! xo ~ Joy

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  5. Brenda Leyland @ Its A Beautiful Life8:18 PM

    A beautiful thought! Thank you!

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