But there is this small matter of packing and alas, I am so desperately home bound.
Tuesday, September 10, 2019
His faithfulness like the ocean tides
We are heading to the shore tomorrow. And with sheepish intention I declare that last week we were holding our breaths as Hurricane Dorian began to roar past the coastline. All is well, the boards have been removed from the windows and we are looking forward to sitting on the porch to watch the beautiful sunrise and observe the shifting tides. It has been an entire year since I was at the shore and it completes a year with its steadfastness.
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