Monday, August 29, 2011

On the Seventieth Day of Summer

 A full day.  It is late. The household is asleep. The hum of a fan in our bedroom is surrounded by the night sounds of crickets and cicadas filtering in from the open window. 
  
Resting and reading a little from George MacDonald. Here are a few quotes from this evenings reading.

It is only in GOD that the soul has room.

When GOD draws lines, they are pure lines, without breadth and consequently invisible to mortal eyes, not walls of separation such as many Christians are fond of constructing.

Wherever there is anything to love, there is beauty in some form.


Just a picture I found in the archives

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