I Prayed, I Cried, I Rejoiced
Saturday, April 09, 2016
Though the fig tree should not blossom,nor fruit be on the vines, the produce of the olive fail and the fields yield no food, the flock be cut off from the fold and there be herd in the stalls, yet I will rejoice in the Lord; I will take joy in the God of my salvation. God, the Lord is my strength; He makes my feet like the deers; He makes me tread on my high places. -Habakkuk 17-19
I Had an awesome weekend. I am exhausted, and joyfully full:
-Daughter came to visit from Georgia.
-Was taken to Soma and refitted. (that is a story in itself. For those in the know, things are looking up)
Went to the Woodrow Nash Gallery.
-Have new art pieces.
-Walked more trails than I care to remember, and forgot to add to my exercise.
-Attended an Awesome Women's Conference Entitled "Surprised. By The Healer" Embracing hope for your broken story. Have one autographed copy of their latest book. (new books&DVDS)
-Prayed for you at the Conference
-Was blessed so much, and I have one more day to the weekend.
SPIRIT OF THE LIVING GOD youtu.be/5sG94EKGDcU