Sunday

You desire truth in the inward being;
     therefore teach me wisdom in my secret heart.
Purge me with hyssop, and I shall be clean;
     wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.
Let me hear joy and gladness;
     let the bones tha you have crushed rejoice.
Hide your face from my sins,
     and blot out all my iniquities.–Psalm 51:6-9

Joining Deidra in quiet worship today.

Comments

  1. says

    Oh, no, Maureen, no snow here either :). In fact, I’m publishing old essays about snow and missing it very much! We have had very little here so far this winter :).

  2. says

    I was going to say, we have had nowhere near snow like that yet. Missing it for right now–before Christmas. Talk to me later in the winter, though. Beautiful, quiet photo.

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