... paige's little spot...
Song of Songs 4:16 Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; blow upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out. I was just reading an article with reference to this verse...and the comment, "We are the garden of God, and He sends the cold winds of persecution, aversity, and trials, to blow upon us to help perfect the fruit in us and to disperse the fragrance of Christ."I love how you "disperse the fragrance.".............mama
I love what you wrote...I love what your mama wrote...you are blessed!It seems one thing after another is keeping me from visiting you...sigh.Don't worry I won't come over and share our lice...hehe
I can't believe how big Ephraim has gotten!!*hugs*
i'm crying with you sister. love you!
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