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Well i was in the woods when this just came to me. It's really describing what i felt at time and my thoughts. I hope people understand what i was trying to convey, and enjoy it.

Submitted:Oct 19, 2009    Reads: 274    Comments: 5    Likes: 4   

To watch the budding rose blossom brings me joy, brings me peace, shows me love. To watch the leaves sway ever so slightly in the wind amidst the hundreds of acres of lust green pastures makes me once again realise why I spend my days sitting at the lake, just thinking, just feeling, just being. To watch the sun glow so boldly, and to see the glistening speckles of light reflect on the water, makes me thank my God once again for the beauty of his masterpiece. A beautiful, flawless, inspirational masterpiece.

But, as Jane stretched out on the riverbank she thought that this may one day be swept away from her or her away from the beauty, how frail and delicate life truly is. It was so easy for her to spill her heart out onto a page which is why she spent continuous hours writing, maybe one day writing to the world. Maybe one day expressing her ideas and thoughts to others to help guide through her own experience. Oh, she had too many ideas whirling around in her head, too many ambitions, and how to fulfil all of them on such a short time span? You see, the riverbank was the one place Jane did all her thinking and writing. It was so much easier to relax here than the hustle and bustle of real life and responsibilities, to lay there and listen to the trickle of the water running along the stream, and as the amazing preacher Stef Liston once said "Sit there and get thoroughly soaked in the word. We have to marinate in the word." So easy to say, but sometimes so hard to do. But when you read the word the warmth you feel from the inside out is a feeling you never want to end. You feel protected and loved by God; and that, my friends, is a treasure keeping.

Though through your life there will be periods when you feel alone, deserted, but you must listen to this. You are never alone. Sometimes we need to say that aloud to ourselves, We are never alone, we have the one true Lord as our father, how can we ever been alone? N
o-matter how many times we may have been hurt or hurt others we are beautiful in God's eyes. Please remember that my friends.


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