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Friday, 20 April 2007

Stop & Smell the Roses



At the Victorian State Rose Garden

More About the Zoo

Cathy and I didn't just see the animals at the zoo, we rode on some too!!
The horses on the Carousel!!


Ride 'em Cathy!! :)

Don't fall off now Beth! ;)


Saturday, 14 April 2007

A Day at the Zoo

Way back on the 10th of March, my friend Cathy and I went to the zoo. This is some of what we saw.





Ulysses Butterflies





A Bengal Tiger Cub


Giraffes

Thursday, 12 April 2007

The Cross



The Cross In My Pocket

I carry a cross in my pocket,
a simple reminder to me
of the fact that I am a Christian
no matter where I may be.

This little cross is not magic
nor is it a good luck charm.
It isn't meant to protect me
from every physical harm.

It's not for identification,
for all the world to see.
It's simply an understanding
between my Savior and me.

When I put my hand in my pocket
to bring out a coin or key,
the Cross is there to remind me
of the price He paid for me.

It reminds me too, to be thankful,
for my blessings day by day,
and to strive to serve Him better
in all that I do and say.

It's also a daily reminder
of the peace and comfort I share
with all who know my Master
and give themselves to His care.

So, I carry a cross in my pocket,
reminding no one but me,
that Jesus Christ is Lord of my life,
if only I'll let Him be.

    By Verna Thomas

Wednesday, 4 April 2007

Dove of peace


The Dove of Peace

Flies From Site To Site,
Through As Many
Countries As Possible,
Please Help The
Dove Fly Around The Globe
By Taking It To Your Site,
And Encourage
Someone Else To Post It
On Their Site
That May Be
On Another Continent,
Or
In Areas Of The World
That May Be In
Conflict.
~Peace~
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Tuesday, 3 April 2007

A Puzzling Spray of Colour

Something created during a moment or two of boredom!

Monday, 2 April 2007

Take My Hand

Father, I am well aware
I can't make it on my own,
So take my hand and hold it tight,
For I can't walk alone.

- Helen Steiner Rice