as it went under, the crowd clapped.
islands to shell hunt. Walked the beach for an hour.
There is something extremely calming about being
next to the water and looking for shells. The foot-
prints belong to my sister who has little feet. My
size 10's weren't nearly as lovely.
about every shell and what life was living in it and He
knows the number of grains of sand in the whole world!
How humbling to know He loves me and wants to have
a relationship with me!
one of these fellas.
1 comment:
The phoot photo is really phun! Creative eye--thats where Tessa gets it! You are right about the shells, a nice reminder! Yea I know, but does John know that you always seam to have tall distiguished fellows following you?
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