"Show me my heart, Lord." I prayed a few days ago.
A heart encumbered.
Laden with ashes left behind from the fires of disappointment, self, woundings...
Beauty for ashes whispers in my spirit.
What do I do, Lord? What is the one thing I do, like Anne's eucharisteo?
Show me the key to turning ashes into beauty.
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Hi, I popped over to thank you for your comment on my post at Sew We Quilt.... and confirm... yes, we are in our Autumn at the moment here downunder ... we don't get snow here but we can get a heavy frost.... I had a lovely peaceful visit with you... hope I didn't invade your personal space....
Hugz
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