MORE details in life -Part 2-

Grandfather and Grandaughter duet

Hand worked stitch-work on papery thin, crisp fabric.

A little boy's shirt worn in the Philippines

by an American MK (Missionary Kid.)

Transplanted to a new home, far across the seas,

saved by the little boy, who is all grown up now....

...and with a son of his own.

-Filipino shirt- circa 1960s

Just after dawn

Daddy's collection of blue glass.

Quiet time with the Lord

"myspace" for reflection and contemplation

vintage iron window

Hand Woven Silk Persian Rug- Istanbul, Turkey

shadow design at a construction site

-under the scaffolding-

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Modest March Fashion Week - Day 4

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My new blog address

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Jesus Christ - and We

Jesus Christ- and We Christ has no hands but our hands , to do His work today; He has no feet but our feet to lead men in His way; He has no tongue but our tongues to tell men how He died, He has no help but our help to bring them to His side. We are the only Bible, the careless world will read; We are the sinners' gospel, we are the scoffers' creed; We are the Lord's last message, Written in deed and word- what if the line is crooked, what if the type is blurred? What if our hands are busy, with other work than His, What if our feet are walking, where sin's allurement is? What if our tongues are speaking, of things His lips would spurn, How can we hope to help Him, Unless from Him we learn? By Annie Johnson Flint (1862-1932) I was going through my old school folders and found this great poem. It is so true. We as Christians are to show the world how Christ would act and ta...

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