ESCAPES... Writings of the Spirit and the bride
The bride writes. . .
It was the November Sunday that I took a turn to visit the Autumn leaves. They lay in cluttered mounds about as I walked with my broom. I wanted to sweep them, and also take in the cool air of the early day. I started it with this in mind to go outside with them; and to think of my Lover God. It was cool because my dress was summer material which enhanced my chilly shivering. Yet, I refused to return back inside to change, and began the gentle brush of strokes with my broom. The leaves may have been waiting for me, for none of them were moved by the wind. Later, I dressed warmly,. I thought I heard voices humming. It was calm.--MIISRAEL
"There is no speech nor language, where their voice is not heard.
Their line is gone out through all the earth, and their words to the
end of the world. In them hath he set a tabernacle for the sun.
Which is as a bridegroom coming out of his chamber, and
rejoiceth as a strong man to run a race."
Psalm: 19: 3-5 KJV
Voices of waters speak in Escapes. .
Posted By: MIISRAEL Bride
Sunday, November 10th 2013 at 1:26PM
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