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

Thursday, January 24, 2008

The Pier

The pier!

The Juan de Fuca Strait




posted by manda panda at 12:06 a.m.

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Manda! good to see what you're up to out west! Sorry I didn't get to wish you well before you left!

Hey, is that the most wicked looking tree stump ever? It looks like there's a dagger sticking out of it or something!

9:39 a.m.

 

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