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Missing persons

Hello to all who read this little ditty, I have been hearing word, that some peoples have been disappointed with me not up dating. Sorry, I have been disabled for the past few months or so, I will try and remember to write.

Today, I went hiking on rocks at the lake. It was a really beautiful day in Bloomington. We painted our faces with rocks, My friend Amber taught me how to make face paints with Them. We did some stone skipping, ate some lunch, and just enjoyed, took pleasure in Gods creation. I have learned that when we take joy, and pleasure in what he has made, that he is praised, and glorified because of it. Here it is He says, I made it, what do you think, then he waits our reaction, he takes pleasure in our joy over what he has made. Like when we make some good food, and we want to share it with our friends, and family, and we want to see how they enjoy what we made. Maybe it's like a parent with their children when parents give them good gifts, and watching to see. God is so Good, all the time he is Good. Sing to him make music, bless his name make a joyful splash in the puddle to him, or praise the lord, with skipping stones. Take notice of his details in creation. Praise him in the art you put on your face. ya! Amen!

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