This backyard view of what's behind all my living grants me a moment of worship because God has turned what's behind me--all that past--into pure gold. The memories of my whole life shape a landscape that transform into something beautiful like this. Over time, any difficult thing slowly dies and falls away from the branches of my heart.
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What a refreshing way to describe memories! In Texas, leaves have not changed -- usually right after Halloween -- for about one week, if we don't get wind or rain. :-)
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