Though the cherry trees don’t blossom and the strawberries don’t ripen, Though the apples are worm-eaten and the wheat fields stunted, Though the sheep pens are sheepless and the cattle barns empty, I’m singing joyful praise to GOD. I’m turning cartwheels of joy to my Savior God. Counting on GOD ’s Rule to prevail, I take heart and gain strength. I run like a deer. I feel like I’m king of the mountain! (For congregational use, with a full orchestra.)
-Habakkuk 3:17 MSG
Dann,
I, as did many; enjoyed your visit to the OAC this week end.
Praying all is well when you arrive home.
I thought I was subscribed to your email and/or blog. I see I’ve missed a lot, so have lots of reading to do right here!
I’m planning to revisit Clarkston in October along with others from OAC. We may drive, as one is not into flying!
Tell Everett, I’ll have more pictures of my dog, Miracle, Mira for short.
Bless You and Tammy for sharing your many talents with those so needy!
Carol Anne (cause their are 4+ Carol’s at OAC)