and I know he watches me.
I went for a walk this evening. And picked up whatever flowers I could find along the way to press in my journal. As soon as I picked one the light pink petals fell off and into my palm. I picked a dandelion, and before I had a chance to blow on it, the wind took most of its seed away. The sky, on the way home, turned pink and gray. An odd, but startlingly beautiful combination. As I came up the house, up the stairs from the backyard, I was shocked (and a bit horrified, at first) to find a bird (my mom thinks a sparrow) resting on the hand railing.
I love these little gifts.
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Liv, this is so beautiful. The Lord speaks to you, and you listen closely; you're His daughter. This song was in my heart and in my head as I was jogging a few days ago near a treeline. I started to walk and sing. There's so much more to tell! Love you!
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