It’s called the grape of the south for good reason. Muscadine is the only grape variety that can grow in the hot and humid climate of the southern United States. Four years ago I wrote about the muscadine vine Daddy planted taking over a nearby pear tree. Since then, we’ve had to cut the vines…

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Every year we go to the beach to gather with friends and family. One of our favorite things is to look for shells. The shells that catch my eye are the broken pieces, like these. The ones broken so long and tumbled around in the ocean so much that their edges are smoothed out and…

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My trip in the wilderness was…….well I’ll let the pictures speak for themselves. There’s something about being surrounded by grandeur, and walking among the majesty….the tangible displays of the invisible attributes of God (Romans 1:20). There’s something about hearing the rolling thunder in the mountains, getting caught in a hailstorm, and being with others who…

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It’s been too long since my last Beauty Break. Oh, but I’ve noticed the beauty around me. It’s more essential now than ever. Maybe because I’m older, and hopefully wiser. Maybe because of what’s happening in the world, or because I’m more aware of the pain and suffering of others. Whatever the reason, I know…

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In these strange days, we tend to forget to see the beauty around us. But it’s there….even on a rainy, gray morning. The pink blossoms on our dogwood tree help me remember. Remind me to take heart and take delight. Thank you, Father, for buds and blooms. The forms of these flowersare the intentional designsof…

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The trails beckoned me to them yesterday and I couldn’t help but stop a few times and take in the beauty. The view was more important than my pace. It was good for my body and soul. I can’t remember how I found this poet, but I’m thankful I did. He has a way with…

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The corn is harvested and the hay is baled. The dried up corn stalks are tied to lamp posts downtown on Main Street and the square hay bales line the sides of a trailer for a hayride. Scarecrows and Jack-o-lanterns greet the shoppers as they stroll along the brick sidewalks. But the cotton hasn’t been…

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The summer heat lingers on the first day of autumn. The crisp and cooler days will come. The leaves will turn and fall. Until then, I’ll wait. I’ll look for the golden leaves, the red and orange ones too. Fall, Leaves, Fall Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;Lengthen night and shorten day;Every leaf speaks bliss…

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I shall open my eyes and ears. Once every day I shall simply stare at a tree, a flower, a cloud, or a person. I shall not then be concerned at all to ask what they are but simply be glad that they are. Clyde Kilby “In his hand are the depths of the earth;…

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I found a round stone or two and plenty of shells, though not the kind that sing. I saw no starfish or horrible thing on the beach, unless the dozens and dozens of crabs or the piles of seaweed count. But we played and lounged. We laughed and rested. Now we go back to our…

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