Looked over my shoulder to yesterday
time passed in the blink of an eye
the people and memories faded
I never bid them goodbye
I look to the left on this day
all that there is to do
wrap arms around you dear
memory’s time, make a few
I look at the road laid before me
tomorrow’s a wide open land
promise me you will go with me
orange love covers our hands
The unedited photo of Northern Uganda shows a panorama that is rich with children, mamas, papas, grandmothers, grandfathers.
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Gud skaper noko nytt ved sitt Ord og sin Ande, vi kan ta imot det i tru og få oppleve at han gjer sitt verk med oss. Hans skaparkraft verkar konstuktivt i våre liv og skaper noko som er verdifullt for oss. Naturkreftene verkar nedebrytande, i fylgje entropilova, men Gud er Ånd og det som er født av hans Ande består. Jesu frelsesverk er fullbrakt og fullkome. Han er den siste Adam, som er ifrå himmelen og som for oss har vorte ei livgjevande ånd. Han gjev oss den Heilage Ande frå himmelen av berre nåde. Han gjev oss det evige livet.
Looking ahead, without looking back (too often)
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Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. - Edgar Allan Poe
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Reblogged this on Ned Hamson's Second Line View of the News and commented:
wonderful
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Some journeys have no real end point…we continue on our path.
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Hi Moondustwriter – love this open road … time may pass, but our memories are there … the roads we’ve travelled … the experiences we’ve been lucky enough to see … while Africa endures … we wrap our arms around our memories … beautiful photo – stay safe – Hilary
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