tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54989598666614219192024-03-14T06:13:08.416-07:00Love, Grangielove, Grangiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10012052311183398510noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498959866661421919.post-12541756382195970672013-02-11T18:00:00.000-08:002013-02-11T18:18:30.587-08:00Love, Grangie<p>So much of the Christian walk requires not sight, but a footstep in the direction of what we know as a truth about God. The Bible is so clear to identify what characteristics God has….love, kindness, gentleness, self-control, forgiveness, acceptance, purity, honesty….when the world begins to tug …<a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-1ln8pkC1oBw/URmmatX0uRI/AAAAAAAAAKA/tvVnPvUApT8/s1600-h/Blogfeb20135.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="Blogfeb2013" border="0" alt="Blogfeb2013" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-pnMLU0E7-h4/URmmdDCzgKI/AAAAAAAAAKI/zYrTAXqHd9c/Blogfeb2013_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244"></a>let the same mind be in you that is in Christ….not what we can see or touch…or even sometimes feel ….faith…taking God for who we know He is,,,faith-full…..As we grow more-and- more into His likeness, the tug from the world will become less-and-less strong on our heart. Many times, we can avoid an anxious response to the circumstance of life if we just walk in the direction of the One who holds us in the palm of His hand…..what a Savior…what a Friend…what an Anchor…what a Provider….What a Light…What a Hope…</p> love, Grangiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10012052311183398510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498959866661421919.post-47354469689255976332013-02-04T09:17:00.001-08:002013-02-04T09:17:33.374-08:00Love, Grangie<p> </p> <p><a href="http://www.lovegrangie.blogspot.com/">Love, Grangie</a></p> love, Grangiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10012052311183398510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498959866661421919.post-5901851167946004172013-02-04T08:57:00.001-08:002013-02-04T09:41:44.755-08:00Love, Grangie<p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-M-yU-L4qbwk/UQ_r1Gv4aVI/AAAAAAAAAJY/QvQHOxD7_tU/s1600-h/Feb%2525204%252520blog%25255B5%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="Feb 4 blog" border="0" alt="Feb 4 blog" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-uREYYYa6EGo/UQ_r4XOwDlI/AAAAAAAAAJg/2pVH49GUOEE/Feb%2525204%252520blog_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244"></a>As the biological clock ticks, My thoughts go more and more to living. I do not wish to fill up my remaining time here on earth with “ things”…whether they are an accumulation of useless objects, relationships that offer no intimacy, or in busyness with no glory at all to Christ and service to Him.</p> <p>Philippians 1:21 says this: For me to live is Christ……to live above the noise and pull of this earthly world…..to live in freedom…..freedom from the bondage that sin brings to this life on earth…..embrace of the higher way, God’s way which transcends human understanding.</p> <p>In this new year, I want to learn more and more what that scripture means….day –by-day….in the every-day activities of life….in relationship that goes way beyond words and head knowledge…a life that speaks to a world in need of answers….that speaks in a life-style of peace and willful commitment to a God that defines life in a way that is definitely of another world….a place not made by human hands…..Christ lead…..oh, </p> <p><a href="http://www.lovegrangie.blogspot.com/">Love, Grangie</a></p> love, Grangiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10012052311183398510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498959866661421919.post-88046644617641302792013-01-14T07:16:00.000-08:002013-01-14T07:51:16.401-08:00Love, Grangie<ul> <li><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-689MZ0xilys/UPQoKFQej0I/AAAAAAAAAJA/2W-fNwgwcOA/s1600-h/Jan%25252014%25252C2013%252520032%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="Jan 14,2013 032" border="0" alt="Jan 14,2013 032" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-8CKrpHys1OE/UPQoMv7-BgI/AAAAAAAAAJI/LNDw1sasiR4/Jan%25252014%25252C2013%252520032_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="183" height="244"></a> <li></li></ul> <p><a href="http://www.lovegrangie.blogspot.com/">Love, Grangie</a></p> love, Grangiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10012052311183398510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498959866661421919.post-87186345208183911782013-01-13T12:31:00.000-08:002013-01-13T12:56:58.458-08:00Love, Grangie<p>What a wonderful word…REDEEMED….ransomed, recovered, to pay off, restored…..that is the power of Christ in the heart of sinful man….not what I used to be….from saving from what I was without Him to restoration of what He created me to be…..the old has gone; I am a new creation…the cross made the difference…it always does</p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-FydxIpig1w4/UPMezF5IWLI/AAAAAAAAAF8/zpbxc_frsJk/s1600-h/jan2013%252520031%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="jan2013 031" border="0" alt="jan2013 031" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-zZO3ItyvQpE/UPMe2KdoQmI/AAAAAAAAAGE/q3ilw7NVtc4/jan2013%252520031_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="183" height="244"></a> </p> <p><a href="http://lovegrangie.blogspot.com/">Love, Grangie</a></p> love, Grangiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10012052311183398510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498959866661421919.post-91116755985391095832013-01-13T12:05:00.000-08:002013-01-13T12:06:13.650-08:00Love, Grangie<p>Well, I guess you wonder where I have been…..long time, no post. The New Year …..and once again, asking what should I do with my time this year. Opportunity always knocking, but wanting so to do more than just cross off the days of a calendar. </p> <p> </p> <p>So, I took an old door (from the house I grew three little boys in) and I had The Hunter hang it on the wall in my great room. For a while, I decorated it with thoughts, and scripture; and then when I wiped it clean the other day, I said….a blank slate…ready for A Journey In Chalk….<a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-NxOAhJcGC3Y/UO3usHz0keI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fBz57h-fnyQ/s1600-h/2013%252520025%25255B7%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="2013 025" border="0" alt="2013 025" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-ao0657gzQFI/UO3uu3QBvMI/AAAAAAAAAFE/tjzRxgfw4VQ/2013%252520025_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="183" height="244"></a></p> <p>I want to begin the year just remembering the greatest love I will ever know…the love of Christ. He took my life and grounded it in hope, and peace, and the ability to see beauty all around me. So much of my life I have quoted from I Corinthians 13…the Love chapter of the Bible. Only recently has life shown me how little of Christ’s love has moved from the page to application. I have started the year here…..real love only exposes Christ…and it bares nothing of what mankind is capable of.<a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-qckQ6YaQAjo/UO3uzKH094I/AAAAAAAAAFM/G5kpsjVE_Ag/s1600-h/2013%252520026%25255B7%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="2013 026" border="0" alt="2013 026" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-i4jhFtRuRXI/UO3u1moa_dI/AAAAAAAAAFU/J9oNCBJ5wZc/2013%252520026_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="183" height="244"></a></p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p><a href="http://lovegrangie.blogspot.com/">Love, Grangie</a></p> love, Grangiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10012052311183398510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498959866661421919.post-5942080510207785082013-01-09T17:17:00.001-08:002013-01-09T17:17:36.251-08:00Home days It has been one rainy East Texas day...and what a great day to just follow the heart from one tug after another...from hot tea..to a classy door decoration...to painted signs...texting with my precious boys..exchanging pictures of cute grand babies...exercise...and moments of deep thought..and laughs with my spouse.and planning for tomorrow..or the weekend...or the Blessed days of walking with God just one more day .....love, Grangiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10012052311183398510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498959866661421919.post-76711590708545717722012-03-06T06:18:00.003-08:002012-03-06T07:02:11.371-08:00Everybody loves a puppy<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrGLEPIjMk_hgCSzGd0KcEiByB663DbQUSCg8KsHKhSJFuazBmcXQFSrL5f4NCU6CQ7mWnKR906yQPjPDEuN2mbbfPOZwOT6uHirDfhW_aDZBL8cnnd50gqdQ_sr24Qtyt8cmn7n1yOpF5/s1600/blogdog+sassy.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 200px; height: 150px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5716796918063390562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrGLEPIjMk_hgCSzGd0KcEiByB663DbQUSCg8KsHKhSJFuazBmcXQFSrL5f4NCU6CQ7mWnKR906yQPjPDEuN2mbbfPOZwOT6uHirDfhW_aDZBL8cnnd50gqdQ_sr24Qtyt8cmn7n1yOpF5/s200/blogdog+sassy.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinSHyXC1dO4OFFLi1D3g6pflTCg66UVALnvm8xlYhzm3qt0e_10i89XJW1BE_FVa3BE1GLqFlxp-j622MrbY7UKdf_GXOljovlv4NIqGutJbdivqYa36u1czKG5rXpcmkywhLmtwvfcfEl/s1600/blogdog+winston.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 200px; height: 150px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5716788925443279282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinSHyXC1dO4OFFLi1D3g6pflTCg66UVALnvm8xlYhzm3qt0e_10i89XJW1BE_FVa3BE1GLqFlxp-j622MrbY7UKdf_GXOljovlv4NIqGutJbdivqYa36u1czKG5rXpcmkywhLmtwvfcfEl/s200/blogdog+winston.JPG" /></a>When I was a child, I had the most wonderful little dog named Butch... he loved to play and run and he would protect me and my brother and sisters ....<br /><br /><br />When I had my own children, it just seemed natural to have an outside dog to love and care for...having three little boys, it gave a dog plenty of playmates...not to mention the responsibility of caring for a dog to encourage a sense of nurturing......<br /><br /><br />Now, each of those boys are heads of households....and who would have guessed....each of them have an INSIDE dog....yes, you heard right...a pet to care for....and boy have they all learned well...the oldest has a giant Schnauzer....by Webster's definition, that is a small, active dog with a shiny coat....my definition reads like this....a very large patrol dog with a sweet disposition who barks loudly to announce anything that threatens his territory...and who will eat you alive, I am sure, if you so much as think of hurting his "family....<br /><br />My very liberal middle son has an inside dog...and an inside rabbit....and a bird...and house cats....so the count goes today...I would never have thought him to be so understanding of animals as to need so much to observe and care for...nurturer, one who trains, rears...I think this was what I had in mind during those "formative years".......<br /><br />Which brings me to the adorable little picture of Winston.....a black and beige Yorky grandpuppy...who occasionally comes to stay for a few days while my youngest has a trip out of town....well, this last visit was for FOUR days...and my goodness what a pampered little dog I came to realize he was in those days of my care....he needs boundaries....and much one-on-one attention...he needs freedom to be constantly in your presence...and he likes his food prepared just so-so at specific times of the day...in between...lots of treats....and chasing excercises...and walks outside...not just for potty time...but to explore his world...and to redefine mine...cute..oh so cute...and thankfully the possesion full-time of this son and wife and leaving me with what I came to call a pet......Sassy...napping in the sun...after a morning of chasing squirrels...and walking herself down the trails...and chewing on her rubber bone...and swimming in the creek...all after patroling the property...barking to announce intruders...with as little praise as a"good girl"....or an occasional treat....</div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Pets remind me so of what a loving Father does in creation...some of these...mixed with some of those...all different...all a part of the big picture that only He fully sees and understands...so that we all might get a glimpse of His great love and care for us all......a nurturer...training us to be what He needs ....all for His glory alone</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div>love, Grangiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10012052311183398510noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498959866661421919.post-64608526384805027832012-02-07T11:58:00.000-08:002012-02-07T12:12:56.534-08:00Up with the internet!!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEise97C5uc6zaUmIH3Mve_Ue8Nv8a2YlLgYO_uUiCjzozs3yd3a0AoXF7Wbz9k8JdDEzVF9u_BC_TjfCtB6IOw-2HPRqe75knQ6gjXGVjCn28DTEcf8J-YSkP_iewtXU5o2V0Tv34mjBddU/s1600/MY+DEER+FAMILIES+JULY+2011+007.jpg"><img style="width: 200px; height: 150px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706488787888991346" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEise97C5uc6zaUmIH3Mve_Ue8Nv8a2YlLgYO_uUiCjzozs3yd3a0AoXF7Wbz9k8JdDEzVF9u_BC_TjfCtB6IOw-2HPRqe75knQ6gjXGVjCn28DTEcf8J-YSkP_iewtXU5o2V0Tv34mjBddU/s200/MY+DEER+FAMILIES+JULY+2011+007.jpg" /></a><br /><div>For so long the kids have complained with my slooooooow dial-up service....and then through persistance, my youngest researched a service for my area.....and today I am the recipient of a modern convenience that will allow me the opportunity to grow my computer skills in the privacy of my home...with no makeup...and no need to pur chase coffee to just see adorable pictures of my grandbaby!!!</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>So I am just knowing that this blog sight is going to really become a chronicle of my improvement of my skills on a computer....</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>For today....just another post....and a much loved picture....the wildlife at my back door excite me more than this crazy computer.....HAVE A BLESSED DAY</div>love, Grangiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10012052311183398510noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498959866661421919.post-32741097309717113182012-01-23T08:15:00.000-08:002012-01-25T14:32:49.583-08:00...with gratitude<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi711Won3E0sNuRB9aNioNGJv-tCbyMkiIuv9Xkk5Eha1hRawzv2PHNp-tKt-0jvTza651qwih4OdSNq2g22zObxfRT4DfoE1gMV3WXdCt3QWNKHyDLW_ts97ZfNakHRQKL2heG0Ie-AICd/s1600/P7011156.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701701157220115762" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi711Won3E0sNuRB9aNioNGJv-tCbyMkiIuv9Xkk5Eha1hRawzv2PHNp-tKt-0jvTza651qwih4OdSNq2g22zObxfRT4DfoE1gMV3WXdCt3QWNKHyDLW_ts97ZfNakHRQKL2heG0Ie-AICd/s320/P7011156.JPG" /></a><br /> A new calendar year always puts my heart to remember... <br /> things that still have a tug on me from last year...my<br /> grandaughter...my family...my friends...nature's beauty...<br /> my faith in God.<br /><br /><br /> As I was told of the book "a thousand gifts " by Ann<br /> Voskamp, I became interested in seeing what it was all<br /> about...so I purchased it and began to read...instantly<br /> there was a heart connection.<br /><br /><br /> Give thanks...gratitude for what is handed me each day...<br /> a home that provides shelter...a hot cup of coffee...a<br /> trail through our woods...bright sunshine on a winter's<br /> day....<br /><br /><br /> I believe that as a journal my thankfullness in 2012, <br /> I will reflect someone different at the end of the year...<br /> <br /><br /> ...come along with me....love, Grangiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10012052311183398510noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498959866661421919.post-74526397028945886192011-12-14T07:51:00.000-08:002011-12-14T08:41:14.069-08:00Make a MemoryTis the season to be.....simple? I speak of it often...and yet only through a conscious effort of the heart can I ever show actions of simplicity.<br /><br />So when the turkey was put away and I knew Christmas was just around the corner....I began to pull out old photos...past memories to reflect on...my children, my mom and dad, friends who have come into our lives from time-to-time...and just what had tied all these memories together was how simple life had been for us....<br /><br />With a limited budget (nothing changed now) and even more limited time...less was more...and it was looked forward to....gifts were bought for teachers, classmates, "angel trees", and grandparents...all the excitement of the smells of a fresh cut tree to adorn with balls and lights and homemade goodies....<br /><br />Well, the kids are adults now....busy with their own schedules...establishing their own traditions....where to go and what to include...<br /><br />It is new ground for me...and so I am making my own traditions....outings with mom and close friends over for a holiday lunch...<br /><br />Oh, yes, I could not resist decorating the house...a tree, some lights, some greenery here and there....nativities...and snowmen...a wreath to welcome on the gate at the road...<br /><br />Yet with every act of "doing", a peaceful tug at the heart for what is most important________<br /><br />"Love came down at Christmas".....a baby born...from heaven's glory to earth....to reconcile all men unto Himself...<br /><br />A manger...a star...a song....simple beginnings....amazing Hope!<br /><br /><br />GLORY TO GOD IN THE HIGHEST AND ON EARTH PEACE GOODWILL TO ALL MENlove, Grangiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10012052311183398510noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498959866661421919.post-59429564495576610692011-11-25T10:30:00.001-08:002011-11-25T13:20:43.822-08:00Fall Reflections<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF9tlxNHNOBa5FuVGc5tDOQrMSCWfMcpFJsXnYNZgIIUrKnGKecsjbpOaWOXHlzAJx-xZW9Vp8HYKEIJIR0sLm2fpN7GIf9L-d0tRQaLs2f7YFeuLDqJ2XO2Pm2t1V57t2zsiLbK4VSg9P/s1600/photo3.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 275px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679043853277730978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF9tlxNHNOBa5FuVGc5tDOQrMSCWfMcpFJsXnYNZgIIUrKnGKecsjbpOaWOXHlzAJx-xZW9Vp8HYKEIJIR0sLm2fpN7GIf9L-d0tRQaLs2f7YFeuLDqJ2XO2Pm2t1V57t2zsiLbK4VSg9P/s320/photo3.JPG" /></a> I think in order to know where you are, you must first know where you have been... I grew up in a "normal" middle class family. Stable... a father that worked to provide for the four of us kids and a mother who had the "luxury" of staying at home to raise us kids. Yes, I still consider that a luxury... a mother who can choose to be home with her children. Only now, I <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">also</span> consider it a blessing. What was "normal" for our family was rules, respect, laughter, and a sense of connectedness. Not only with each other, but with the small community we lived in. The <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">presence</span> of a strong earthly father made it so easy to understand a loving heavenly Father. I <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">naturally</span> was drawn to a God who loved me and a Savior who could make sense out of all that was unsettled in life. It has been a wonderful relationship for me since the age of 7...and all of my life flows from there.<br /><br /><br /><div><br /><div align="justify">Read no further if you need a Cinderella storyline... from here to there is not like that. Chubby little grade school girl... who has born the struggle always of a rejection by peers unless I looked, or acted a certain way. By high school, I had become a strong, determined, self motivated young lady... accepted in a "thinner" body...and cautious of people and circumstances and failure. By age 21, I had married and birthed my first son... beautiful, healthy, and happy was. Turbulent marriage. So thankful for inner strength, and the will to stay. After second son was turning 2, the ground collapsed underneath my marriage. I was not only single - again, but pregnant with my last son. The same "misfit" label I felt as a youngster overwhelmed me again. I had no college degree. No money. My faith carried me through a tough 3 years.</div><br /><br /><div align="justify">I cannot speak for my sons, only for myself. When my youngest turned 2, I married a wonderful man. You might call him the back-up quarterback. He shared every day of three little boys lives. He became a man I could trust... and a man who could hold his own in my heart. I would need that when my dad passed away. You see, for a little while, I thought God had forsaken me. It's now been two years, and I have traced God's hand every step of the way.</div><br /><br /><div align="justify">I'm in love with my 1-year old granddaughter. The very thought of her brings laughter to my heart. She reminds me God is good... and faithful.. and sovereign. She pushes my faith onward to a new role... and less of me. She finds me exciting... and young... and loving. </div><br /><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><br /><div align="justify"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 367px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679044291333586978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzgJjLjMpRBFOHSDcwTCnYaV7tpHyVJGFWRdm5VR2SolxMo-K01PexW8bIAvpL0miNW9Q8SqSqFQhrwffdG-XIYg6tT_ExzUWuDJ74uAVDTs_OjBNYicF7Bab3rT_eqVhyaxNq1KT8_tiu/s320/photo2.JPG" /></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="justify">It's Thanksgiving... much needed rain falls on my metal roof.. the leaves have turned. Seasons of life - come journey with me...</div></div>love, Grangiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10012052311183398510noreply@blogger.com4