Though the rain may fall and the wind be blowing,
And old and chill is the wintry blast;
Though the cloudy sky is still cloudier growing, and dead leaves tell that the summer has passed;
My face I hold to the stormy heaven,
My heart is calm as the summer sea,
Glad to receive what my God has given,
Whate’er it be.
When I feel the cold, I can say, “He sends it,”
And His winds blow blessing, I surely know;
For I’ve never a want but that He attends it;
And my heart beats warm, though the winds may blow.
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Lovely words. And it looks like someone was taking a photo from under her umbrella!
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Yes, nice words.. I agree! I have met a new walking buddy. I met her in the painting class. It’s a nice easy path around the senior center building. I can do this…lol!
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In light of our rain and wind storms this past week I think this is a very fitting post and photo.
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We just happened to be driving back from Portland that day of nonstop rain and wind. A bit stressful on the freeway…lol!
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A walk in the rain can clear our cobwebs out, Roberta. So fresh and comfortable with a new friend, too. 🙂
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The umbrella makes this a special and artistic perspective, Roberta.
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Thank you Robin! I have started walking with a few ladies from the senior center. I am thrilled about it.. We try for four mornings… See what happens when one takes herself out of her comfort zone.. lol! I am speaking to myself on this…
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