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Moments by the sea

There are no words or pictures enough to describe the beauty of this moment... I am sitting in my room, overlooking the pristine Adriatic Sea. 
Savoring the peace, the quiet, before the days' activities begin. 

I can hear the waves gently lapping against the boats tethered below my window and the birds are calling as they soar past. The sun is just rising above the distant hills ringing this serene spot... 

I'm sitting here trying to focus on my devotions and needs in prayer, and yet, I am called to just worship this morning... Sometimes, that is all you can do when the great love of our Father is displayed before us!


"Happy are those who hear the joyful call to worship, for they will walk in the light of Your presence, Lord. 
You are [my] glorious strength. It pleases You to make [me] strong..." Ps 89:15,17

"My heart is confident in You, O God; my heart is confident. No wonder I can sing Your praises! ...I will wake the dawn with my song. I will thank You, Lord, among all the people... For Your unfailing love is as high as the heavens, Your faithfulness reaches to the clouds. Be exalted, O God, above the highest heavens. May Your glory shine over all the earth." Ps 57:7-11

The Adriatic Sea


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  1. How absolutely beautiful. There is nothing wrong with just sitting back and allowing His love to pour over you. He created this beautiful world because He loves us and for no other reason. Sometimes I find that the earth just cries out His glory, no words needed. Enjoy yourself, sweet friend!

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    1. Thanks friend 😊 it was exactly what I needed this morning!!

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