The Sage Record
Book Title A Grief Observed
Book Author C. S. Lewis
Publisher Harper Collins
Pub. Year 1994(1961)
Pages 76
Genre Non-fiction
Ease of Read easy
ISBN 978-0-06—65238-8
Book Title A Grief Observed
Book Author C. S. Lewis
Publisher Harper Collins
Pub. Year 1994(1961)
Pages 76
Genre Non-fiction
Ease of Read easy
ISBN 978-0-06—65238-8
Some form of The Sage Record newspaper has existed since 1867. The on-line newsletters are the following:
Hanging @ the Space Bar - Lyndie Blevins' column
Some form of The Sage Record newspaper has existed since 1867. The on-line newsletters are the following:
Hanging @ the Space Bar - Lyndie Blevins' column
Sep 14 -1814 - Francis Scott Key wrote the lyrics to "The Star-Spangled Banner" after witnessing the British bombardment of Fort McHenry in Maryland during the War of 1812.
Sep 14 -1814 - Francis Scott Key wrote the lyrics to "The Star-Spangled Banner" after witnessing the British bombardment of Fort McHenry in Maryland during the War of 1812.
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My land is composed of 2 acres of overgrown forest. It is one of several lots on my street that you can’t see the houses from the street. I was intrigued by the mystery of not knowing what was down the driveway. My house sets in the middle of the 2 acres. Each room has large windows that allow you to have a panoramic view of 2 sides of the forest. There is very little evidence of the surrounding suburb. You can almost believe that the birds and occasional small animals scurrying around were the only neighbors. And somewhere in the sounds and colors of nature bouncing through the trees, you overwhelmed with a sense of life. The sounds always take me back to the hot days of summer church camp in Cedar Hill. While it is memories of being hot and miserable, they are always outweighed by the tremendous sense of peace and tranquility that comes from being aware of being in the center of God’s creation. It is a sound that made me think the trees were so hot that their branches and leaves could only creek in pain. It is possible that it certain type of bird or the chirping of crickets, but whatever it is my property is full of it. And the afternoons on my land
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My land is composed of 2 acres of overgrown forest. It is one of several lots on my street that you can’t see the houses from the street. I was intrigued by the mystery of not knowing what was down the driveway. My house sets in the middle of the 2 acres. Each room has large windows that allow you to have a panoramic view of 2 sides of the forest. There is very little evidence of the surrounding suburb. You can almost believe that the birds and occasional small animals scurrying around were the only neighbors. And somewhere in the sounds and colors of nature bouncing through the trees, you overwhelmed with a sense of life. The sounds always take me back to the hot days of summer church camp in Cedar Hill. While it is memories of being hot and miserable, they are always outweighed by the tremendous sense of peace and tranquility that comes from being aware of being in the center of God’s creation. It is a sound that made me think the trees were so hot that their branches and leaves could only creek in pain. It is possible that it certain type of bird or the chirping of crickets, but whatever it is my property is full of it. And the afternoons on my land
In this same time period, a reoccurring theme has been appearing in my Bible studies, that of being a good steward of God’s creation.