If His Eye
Is On The Sparrow
Then He Watches Me
Fall
And
He Watches Me
Fly.
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
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- Christina Jill
- I am one who loves the ocean, the lakes, the waves. Who enjoys laughter and teas and people and quiet. I explode to life in the outdoors but feel beautifully soft in a dress and pearls. I am one who is scared to define myself as a writer, but I am learning that it is what I am. So in these words, know that I cherish them and balance the expression of them. For in them, I am private and public at the same time...
Things I Love
- Adventure and Stability
- Days at the Lake
- Local Cafes
- Kenyan Plains and People
- Reading and Writing
- Road Trips
- Dinner Parties
- Beauty in Nature
- Teas and Lattes
- Music and Dance
- Good Bread
- Cooking with Color
- North Carolina
- Michigan Lake Towns
- Flip Flops and Pearls
- Roots and Wings
Posts & Growth
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- The Remnants.
- First Snow.
- God Provides.
- Letting Me Rest.
- Caught Naked Behind the Trees.
- My Afternoon Tea.
- Wouldn't That Just Be God.
- No More Losses.
- Can I...?
- Forgive Me.
- Protect Me in Public.
- Mr. Good Enough.
- Giggles & Bibles & Girls.
- Chess Game Of Compare.
- A Good Woman.
- To Edify.
- Restored My Soul.
- Blessed By Boredom.
- On The Sparrow.
- 40 Days & God.
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