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Heaven Sent

    
    We discovered a wonderful park, hemmed in by the regal mountains on one side 
and an inviting creek trail on the other.


 


























     It was a beautiful day, filled with so many of the things I love. And it seemed Heaven agreed. Just look at the love note I found waiting for me along the trail. . .



     I believe we all receive love notes along our way, though sometimes they're not as easy to spot. But I think I'll keep a sharper lookout from now on. On those days when nothing seems to go as I've planned, I'll open my eyes to the many coincidences that have taken place. A favorite song that comes on the radio at just that moment when I'm feeling I've been stuffed in the car too long. A murmured "thank you" from a grateful child when I thought no one had noticed my efforts. Or the reassuring grin of my baby, right after I've bowed my head in shame at having lost my temper, yet again. These are the gifts I can claim if only I have eyes to see them.

     There are signs of God's love for you all around, everyday. What love notes have you found lately?
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  1. arianneOctober 15, 2013 at 11:04 AM

    What a lovely park. I don't think we've been there. You'll have to let me in on the secret. Being in nature with Jared and the kids--it's pure happiness. Bliss. What I love more than anything. I love your thoughts on love notes. I agree. After waking up to a screaming three year old, reading this post was one for me.

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    1. Bethany C.October 15, 2013 at 11:31 AM

      Oh,thank you, Arianne! I love to hear when my writing helps in some small way-- that's the whole point. Give that cranky three year old a kiss from me :) Hope the rest of your day goes better.
      The park isn't far. I'm going back there on Thurs. afternoon, probably, if you like to join us -- we'd love to have you! I'll email you directions if you'd like.

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