Learning to see . . .


Colossians 3:15
And let the peace of God rule in your hearts,
to the which also ye are called in one body;
and be ye thankful.

Let me teach you thanksgiving.
Begin by acknowledging that everything–
all your possessions and all that you are–belongs to Me.
The dawning of each new day is a gift from Me,
not to be taken for granted.
The earth is vibrantly alive with My blessings,
giving vivid testimony to my Presence.
If you slow down your pace of life,
you can find Me anywhere.

. . . .

The secret of being thankful is
learning to see everything from My prespective.
My world is your classroom.
My word is a lamp to your feet and a light for your path.
Sarah Young

cozy acres rv with awningThis is home, and I’m thankful.


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Five Minute Friday – Haven

Joining with Kate at Heading Home

For five minutes of free writing.
“This is meant to be a free write, which means:
no editing, no over-thinking,
no worrying about perfect grammar or punctuation.
Just write.”

This week’s prompt –Haven, an inlet providing shelter for ships or boats; a harbor or small port.

Favorite Vacation list

#1 2007 cross country road: 56 days, 32 states with my husband
in our suburban pulling a 21 ft trailer.
Would do it again in a heart beat!
(My pictures and journal of the trip haven’t gotten transfered to new laptop, working on it)

#2 Girls’ bi-annual ocean getaway to Monterey with my daughters.

My beautiful daughters, Margaret, Emily and Mary

#3 A cruise taken in 2010 as a graduation gift for our daughter,Emily.

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My mother, Frances Topper, my husband, Elmer, two of our daughters, Mary and Emily and I flew from Sacramento to New York City,
then cruised to Boston, Nova Scotia, Quebec City, PEI and Halifax.

The HAVEN I found was at

Peggy’s Cove, Nova Scotia.

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I felt such a  peaceful quietness at Peggy’s cove.
a place of safety for these folks,
tight snug homes,
cold winds blowing,
stories of far gone days,
colors so bright,
to lift spirits up on the foggy days.
It is really hard to describe.
I hope the pictures tell a tale.

I would love to go back again.


Pictures add after – my thoughts are in slow motion today