Year after year the sphagnum moss encroaches on the once pristine lake. Where once clear water ran, now only clouded brown water remains. Where fish once jumped and swam, now only lifelessness remains. Time marches on for the bog. Each year leaves less of the lake and more of the bog. Each year sees a smaller circle of water remain. Though it is slow, the bog moss and the peat claim the lake.
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April 12, 2008 19:55
For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory that is to be revealed to us. Romans 8:18
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April 12, 2008 18:34
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April 12, 2008 12:53
Uniquely Made, Uniquely Gifted
For You formed my inward parts; You wove me in my mother’s womb. I will give thanks to You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made; wonderful are Your works, and my soul knows it very well.How precious also are Your thoughts to me, O God! How vast is the sum of them!Psalm 129:13-14, 17 Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, and before you were born I consecrated you . . .Jeremiah 1:5 (More)
