Alaska has God’s fingerprints all over it. Here’s a few of His imprints from Prince William Sound.
“Love to Live. Live to Love”. – Amy Charmichael
Prince William Sound Scenes
“Love to Live. Live to Love”. – Amy Charmichael
“Love to Live. Live to Love”. – Amy Charmichael
Soul Therapy Recipe
Soul Therapy Recipe
Ingredients and Directions
1. One friend with a boat.
2. Launch in Prince William Sound on calm seas.
3. Stir in a vast wilderness of towering mountains and massive glaciers.
4. Warm softly all day with sunshine.
5. Harvest a bounty of shrimp and fish from cool, blue waters shared by sea otters.
6. Decorate with an ocean sunsetâs splendor.
7. Garnish with a billion stars blazing the heavens.
8. Rock softly to sleep on gentle waves.
âIt is well with my soul”
I M Blessed. May U B 2
Keep Looking Up . . . His best is yet to come!
Twilight Masterpiece
It’s now dark by midnight in the Last Frontier as each day shortens by about 5 1/2 minutes, but the endings are spectacular beyond words! Here’s tonight’s11:30 PM finale masterpiece viewed from our deck.
 “The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of His hands“. -Psalm 19:1
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Keep Looking Up . . . His best is yet to come!
Flowers and Fire . . . Smiles and Spirits
Fireweed is named for its ability to rapidly colonize areas burned by fire. The poppy is a symbol of remembrance, and hope for a peaceful future.
Wandering the woods today my thoughts drifted into a muddled ambivalence. Past fires have regretfully scorched areas of my life ⌠yet . . . Iâm forever grateful having been mercifully spared, anticipating a forever peaceful future.
Flowers produce smiles, and smiles lift spirits. Native fireweed and poppy blooms lifted mine today.
“... I am going to prepare s place for you …” – John 14:2
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Keep Looking Up . . . His best is yet to come!
Waters
Calm/Swift . . . Clear/Muddy . . . Turbulent/Tranquil . . . water is a metaphor of life.
Such were where my thoughts drifted on todayâs wilderness wander pondering the day when, with those gone before me, I will forever contentedly wander beside the river of âpure . . . clear as crystal â waters. – Revelation 22:1
Calm before the Storm
Were that life could be a continual mountaintop experience. Reality is most is lived in the valleys where its been said youâre either in the midst of a storm, coming out of one, or one lies ahead on your journey.
But take heart . . . just as rainbows appear after the storm, each storm cloud will run out of rain, and calm will follow the fury.
âHe calms the storm, so that its waves are stillâ. -Psalm 107:29
Be Blessed and . . .
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Keep Looking Up . . . His best is yet to come!
Ethereal Mountain Mists
Six thousand feet ft. high among the Great Smoky Mountain cathedrals the immense magnificence of my Fatherâs canvases serenely consumed my infinitesimal smallness.
                               âO Lord, our Lord, how excellent is Your name in all the earthâ. â Psalm 8:9
Wildflower Reminiscing
Woodland wanderings always envelop my soul with an inexplicable, comforting . . . Iâm Home . . . peace. Perhaps itâs because this world is not my final home, and His creation reveals glimpses of my final forever Home.
In nearly 8 decades lifeâs journey has found me calling 8 states home . . . PA > NY > NC > CT > VT > MN > CO > AK > TN > ??? . . . stay tuned đ. Admittedly, Iâm a nomadic gypsy of sorts. However, in each âhomeâ Iâve been truly blessed to experience and enjoy the unique beauty and diversity of each areaâs environment and its people.
Such were my thoughts along the trail yesterday, reminiscing about the beauty and joy of diversity of this world and humanity silently whispered by the glorious, distinctive blooms of Pennsylvaniaâs mountain laurels, Minnesotaâs lady slippers, and Tennesseeâs irises.
Headed for Home and richly blessed . . . May U B 2.
Teardrops and Raindrops
Tears of joy, and those of sorrow
We know not which will fall tomorrow
Raindrops upon a flowerâs bloom
Prompts dismissing teardropsâ gloom
Our tears of grief, and those of loss
Were all once shed upon a Cross
He knows our grief, our pain and sorrow
And saves each one to dry tomorrow
âYou know how troubled I am; You have kept a record of my tearsâ – Ps.56:8 GNB
âHe will wipe away all tears from their eyes. There will be no more death, no more grief or cry or painâ. Â – Rev. 21:4 GNB
