tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245131160534112763.post7456200936242821575..comments2023-11-02T05:04:07.941-05:00Comments on A Lifetime of Days: Gathering beautyAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07219986489903886940noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245131160534112763.post-27144325881095930652012-10-17T22:00:50.611-05:002012-10-17T22:00:50.611-05:00Holly that is so true. But there's a sadness w...Holly that is so true. But there's a sadness when a season ends. Spring and Summer are my favorites. And Fall is right next to them. But you always help me see another side. Thank you for that. hugsLori Evansnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245131160534112763.post-90494532155698675702012-10-17T05:07:17.765-05:002012-10-17T05:07:17.765-05:00Thank you, Lori. And,yes, it is hard to want somet...Thank you, Lori. And,yes, it is hard to want something to not to end...the difficulty comes in receiving the gift of what IS, knowing that it will so not be anymore.Hollynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245131160534112763.post-83164818791681533342012-10-17T05:06:21.115-05:002012-10-17T05:06:21.115-05:00Oh Diana, thank YOU. Oh Diana, thank YOU. Hollynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245131160534112763.post-22645577542936256742012-10-17T05:05:58.254-05:002012-10-17T05:05:58.254-05:00Thank you, Kelli....although I would still love to...Thank you, Kelli....although I would still love to hear what you have to say, my dear! Thanks for being here.Hollynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245131160534112763.post-7126642136236782572012-10-16T23:39:08.905-05:002012-10-16T23:39:08.905-05:00Your gifts just overwhelm me somedays, dear Holly....Your gifts just overwhelm me somedays, dear Holly. This is loveliness personified. Thank you.pastordtnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245131160534112763.post-60664945156364509992012-10-16T19:03:12.227-05:002012-10-16T19:03:12.227-05:00I had a post i was working on . . . something like...I had a post i was working on . . . something like this. i say "had" because this is infinitely more beautiful than the way i was saying it. i'll just happily share yours instead of fudging through mine. :)<br />oh, the beauty of embracing our humanity. the thrill of finding holy ground as we stand before the common bush. i applaud you, also, for crafting a picture of the sacred art of touch in marriage. what an untapped spring of joy and meaning. <br />there's nothing that speaks to me quite as clearly as that Bride/Bridegroom thang. maybe someday i'll have the courage to write it . . . ;)kelli woodfordhttp://jasonandkelliwoodford.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245131160534112763.post-21995372806172806132012-10-16T18:55:44.535-05:002012-10-16T18:55:44.535-05:00I don't know what to say, except it's like...I don't know what to say, except it's like you're inside my head. I've had the same feelings when walking Brownie outside. I look at the trees and the leaves blowing across the yard. And it was the same this summer, with the sun beating down through the leaves on the trees. There's a feeling that I don't want this to end. I want to stay and bask in this feeling of fresh air and color. Thank you Holly for sharing this with me. Love, your cousin LoriLori Evansnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245131160534112763.post-76653832658880883172012-10-16T18:54:03.701-05:002012-10-16T18:54:03.701-05:00Thank you for reading, Carisa.Thank you for reading, Carisa.Hollynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245131160534112763.post-76615095058998791252012-10-16T18:54:03.280-05:002012-10-16T18:54:03.280-05:00Thank you, Annie, as always.Thank you, Annie, as always.Hollynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245131160534112763.post-76615251635024366592012-10-16T18:53:49.730-05:002012-10-16T18:53:49.730-05:00Thank you for speaking to my heart. Thank you for speaking to my heart. Carisanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245131160534112763.post-69728508850002747102012-10-16T18:53:13.679-05:002012-10-16T18:53:13.679-05:00Holly, you're a soul poet. Good stuff.Holly, you're a soul poet. Good stuff.Annie | annieathome.comhttp://annieathome.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245131160534112763.post-41637849526435634742012-10-15T12:42:29.988-05:002012-10-15T12:42:29.988-05:00Oh thank you, Elizabeth! Truly, I am fed by the en...Oh thank you, Elizabeth! Truly, I am fed by the encouragement of others and by all that is placed before me. I am so thankful that you are a part of that rich bounty.Hollynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245131160534112763.post-44972632523078109692012-10-15T12:15:52.191-05:002012-10-15T12:15:52.191-05:00Holy paste, oh my sigh, the backside of Joy, oh my...Holy paste, oh my sigh, the backside of Joy, oh my word. Mercy girl your words get richer, deeper, more lovely every time I read them. You are taking care of them, and it, your gifts...because they are thriving and richly toiled in your soul's soil. You grow beauty, and beautiful here.Elizabethnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245131160534112763.post-32168079743467286812012-10-15T12:14:41.585-05:002012-10-15T12:14:41.585-05:00Eyvonne, you, too, are a treasure to me. I'm s...Eyvonne, you, too, are a treasure to me. I'm so glad that you are able to gather in the beauty of these days. I'm sure there will be many cold days ahead where we will be living off of the glory of these present ones. Grace and peace to you, my friend.Hollynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245131160534112763.post-58306235306004854752012-10-15T12:13:03.653-05:002012-10-15T12:13:03.653-05:00thank you, Barbara.thank you, Barbara.Hollynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245131160534112763.post-64080003320258738492012-10-15T12:12:54.165-05:002012-10-15T12:12:54.165-05:00Yes, Lisa, the margin must frame our days. So glad...Yes, Lisa, the margin must frame our days. So glad that you were able to pull your youngest in close this past weekend. Magical, I'm sure.Hollynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245131160534112763.post-13457756629536340592012-10-15T11:36:38.081-05:002012-10-15T11:36:38.081-05:00Oh Holly, there are times that the pictures you pa...Oh Holly, there are times that the pictures you paint are so beautiful I just want to linger in them a little longer. I've driven a bit slower these days, as autumn rests her beautiful blanket on the trees. And then the message, the slowing, the embracing, it's all too perfect. <br /><br /><br />You are a treasure.Eyvonnehttp://www.eyvonnesharp.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245131160534112763.post-6496092217483254162012-10-15T10:05:57.343-05:002012-10-15T10:05:57.343-05:00You've done it again, my friend. Absolutely br...You've done it again, my friend. Absolutely breathtaking, thank you.kolbinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245131160534112763.post-50200397008037098812012-10-15T07:50:30.759-05:002012-10-15T07:50:30.759-05:00love this...love this...Barbaranoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3245131160534112763.post-57880322743810479832012-10-15T07:43:28.822-05:002012-10-15T07:43:28.822-05:00A wise mama to cushion your moments with margin. M...A wise mama to cushion your moments with margin. My youngest was home visiting for the weekend, and I was thankful for margin in my life to sit and enjoy her. 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