Dancing Moonlight

Through the Lord’s mercies we are not consumed,
Because His compassions fail not.
They are new every morning;
Great is Your faithfulness.
 “The Lord is my portion,” says my soul,
“Therefore I hope in Him!”

 

Lamentations 3 : 22-24

Dear God, 

I love how the moonlight dances across my wall ... with my blinds open at night, I can see the shadows of a dancing tree ... as Autumn comes and the leaves fall, that merry dance becomes a waltz ... what a delight for my eyes and my Heart ... Thanks God ... Your mercies are new everyday.

Love ya always

Teena

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