One of my favorite things to encounter on a photo trip is a wonderful river or stream whose waters have personality of color, curves, and dancing sprays around rocks. Here are a few of those rivers of joy we encountered in Idaho.
Even though my uncle is persevering in dire physical health, we have had so much fun together through a visit and phone calls and e-mails. We are laughing and letting the joy of the Lord bubble up IN SPITE of what comes at us to kill, steal, and destroy. That river of joy, present and available through the heart and mind of Christ, winds up to the very city of God.
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I have no fear, even if the world blows up and the mountains crumble into the sea, because I am filled with the river of joy that flows through the city of God, where God Himself lives.
Ps. 46:2-5
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Very good......
tanx for stopping by gg!
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