In open fields of wild flowers she breathes the air flies away. She thanks her Jesus for the daisies and the roses in no simple language. Someday she'll understand the meaning of it all. He's more than the laughter or the stars in the heavens. As close as a heartbeat or a song on her lips. Someday she'll trust him and learn how to see him. Someday he'll call her and she will come running, fall in his arms, the tears will fall down and she'll pray "I want to fall in love with you". Jars of Clay
I spent 5 days in beautiful northern Algonquin winter camping at a place called Northern Edge. The following are some pictures that I took to capture my memories! This one is of Tom Thomson's (Group of Seven) "yellow cabin" where he spent a great deal of time painting in the early 1900s.
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