THE ORPHAN
The little boy stood at the traffic lights looking forlorn, unkempt, and decidedly worn out. He was one of the most compassionate evoking ragamuffins the world had ever seen.
She sat on the cold, hardwood flooring in her now empty and lonely bedroom. Her hands were in her lap and she was weeping quietly. Tomorrow she and her family would be flying out to live in another country.
THE THREE P’S
I have been reflecting and praying about a lot of issues lately. God brought to mind my interview on SABC 2 about The Sanctuary.
THE PRICKLY HEDGEHOG
During my quiet time, I had a picture of a hedgehog with its quills standing on end, ready to defend itself.
THE WOUNDED ROBIN.
Way high up in the sky, flew a robin, sometimes fluttering his wings, occasionally gliding on the crest of a wind, diving, ducking and soaring with all the other birds.
MY GUEST BLOGGER IS DONNE PROCTOR WHO RECENTLY MOVED FROM KZN TO GAUTENG.
ENJOY!
God laid this song on my heart in the early hours of yesterday morning: “ Christ alone the Cornerstone”, then the parable of the wise and the foolish man and lastly the verse from Ephesians 3:17.
When I sensed the Lord wanting to share what’s on my heart this morning, my reaction was “OH NO LORD!”
In a very obscure and not well known art gallery, hung a painting of a Spanish senorita.She was a flamenco dancer dressed in a red costume with layers and layers of frills edged with gold tassels.
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