But Peter rose and ran to the tomb; stopping and looking in, he saw the linen cloths by themselves; and he went home wondering at what had happened.
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Monday, March 14, 2011
Sunday, March 13, 2011
The Tortoise
I don't run very fast.
I don't run very far.
I'm not any younger,
even though I read the book.
But I did just put the 100th mile on my running shoes, which were a gift from my husband.
My heart is stronger.
I'm happier.
I feel great, a hundred miles down the road that leads to vigorous, thriving, healthy.
Thank you, JohnR, for the gift of running.
I don't run very far.
I'm not any younger,
even though I read the book.
But I did just put the 100th mile on my running shoes, which were a gift from my husband.
My heart is stronger.
I'm happier.
I feel great, a hundred miles down the road that leads to vigorous, thriving, healthy.
Thank you, JohnR, for the gift of running.
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
White on White
I've just been to Texas, where the green grass makes a bright backdrop for the state's official flowers, bluebonnets, waving their colorful blossoms in my parents' yard.
My dear hubby softened the sting of my return to the white Nebraska outdoors by providing a little fresh and white on the inside.
Thank you, JohnR.
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Why I love Texas
This isn't the whole reason, but it is enough to count for sure. Just look at those flavors. This is the BEST ice cream in the whole world. (web photo)
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