Aunt Tea's Honey and Lemon

Spilled

I am but the tiniest vessel. There is no pouring out that cannot, will not, be replenished. Refilled to the perfect measure, then running over…by the Abundant, Infinite, Giver of Life Himself. Blessed be the name of the Lord.

-A.T.

Jul 25 2009

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About me

A new fashioned scrapbooky-journally thing: a collection of words and images to encourage and inspire. Some of the words and images are mine, some are the delightful and thoughtful words and images of others.

I find that I like captioning my finds. The images. It's the way that they strike me, the way that I enjoy them.

I hope that you enjoy them too.

Credits for other's items in each post.