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Sunday, November 18, 2012

Ramblings from Wimberley

My thoughts this weekend in Wimberley:

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Our weekend cottage

We're in Wimberley, Mom, Amanda, and me. It truly feels like fall with changing leaves and crisp air. Our cottage is something from a movie, and I cannot believe that people have the luxury and joy to live so excluded from the world, completely in touch with God. To give up the suburbs or city living for a place like this is a writer's dream. Wake up, have coffee or tea, work on a novel or small assignments, take a stroll into town, and enjoy the artwork of God. 

At night, the stars even shine. Not like the ten stars you see in Sugar Land, but hundreds and thousands, each proclaiming He is Father. Oh the beauty he has created is breathtaking. This experience He has provided for the three of us is the perfect opportunity before I leave for a year. The laughs, the memories, the vistas forever stored in the hippocampus portion of my brain. I am blessed. More blessed than this heart of mine can proclaim. 

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