Then the time came when the risk it took to remain tight in a bud
was more painful than the risk it took to blossom. ~ Anais Nin
me! but there is another story behind that citrine rock. Christmas 2007 it disappeared while my family was over on Christmas Eve. My niece and nephew were playing with my tray of rocks, oohing and aaahing, and playing hide and seek. I realized that rock missing afterward and looked everywhere but never found it. When we got home from Rubio, there it was, sitting on the table along with the red heart. My friend Jules was over cleaning while we were gone and she found it! It felt like a little love message from God that He sees, and cares, and restores what is lost. Considering Hinds' Feet, the stones ministry, my new name...it spoke right to my heart! Thank you Papa!
That is so very cool!
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