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Archive for the ‘Inspirational’ Category
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**Image of tulips found on Pixabay; text box via Pinterest
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Hallelujah, Christ’s Alive!
John 3:16 (NIV)
For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.
1 Peter 1:3 (NIV)
Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ! In his great mercy he has given us new birth into a living hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead…
Hallelujah, Christ’s Alive!
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Kindness is…
Share the love… Bette A. Stevens, Maine author/illustrator http://www.4writersandreaders.com
Photo post by @jamesscarberry.
Source: Kindness is…
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living in a jar
Simply had to share…
Take a taste and get inspired. I did! ~ Bette A. Stevens http://www.4writersandreaders.com
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Monet
I love art & poetry…
Have a beautiful day, friends! ~ Bette A. Stevens http://www.4writersandreaders.com
With a simple paintbrush he could see the horizon
that it was not a destination, but light between worlds,
a way of thinking really, bending colors, identifying
the softness. Just a hint of humans passing through
time, walking softly between colors and light.
A lot of blue with green, often a sky.
Monet.
Poetry © Copyright 2016, ancient skies
image from pinterest
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”
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1059. Wear gratitude like a cloak and it will feed every corner of your life. ~Rumi
Grateful! ~ Bette A. Stevens, http://www.4writersandreaders.com
The Gift
Be still, my soul, and steadfast.
Earth and heaven both are still watching
though time is draining from the clock
and your walk, that was confident and quick,
has become slow.
So, be slow if you must, but let
the heart still play its true part.
Love still as once you loved, deeply
and without patience. Let God and the world
know you are grateful.
That the gift has been given.
~Mary Oliver
Sing to the Lord with grateful praise; make music to our God on the harp. ~Psalm 147:7 ✝
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May your day be filled with wonders!
A winter day’s inspiration: Late summer roses at the Farmstead in Central Maine
Thanks for stopping by my blog for a visit. I’m a writer inspired by nature and human nature—one who needed an extra bit of inspiration on a cold winter’s day. These roses are a vintage variety from last summer’s garden (originally dug from the edge of the woods and transplanted by us in 2006) at our Farmstead in Central Maine. May they brighten your winter’s day! ~Bette A. Stevens, Maine author/illustrator
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1044. As long as you can start, you are all right. The juice will come. ~Earnest Hemingway
Singing along… ~ Bette A. Stevens http://www.4writersandreadres.com
The birds they sing at break of day,
“Start again…” I hear them say.
~Leonard Cohen
Nourish beginnings,
let us nourish beginnings.
Not all things are blest,
but the seeds of all things are blest.
The blessing is in the seed.
~Muriel Rukeyser
Very truly I tell you, unless a kernel of wheat falls to the ground and dies, it remains only a single seed. But if it dies, it produces many seeds. ~John 12:24 ✝
**Image of European robin via Pinterest
1034. Science cannot solve the ultimate mystery of nature. And that is because, in the last analysis, we ourselves are a part of mystery. ~Max Planck
The wonder of it all! ~ Bette A. Stevens
Nature looks dead in winter because her life is gathered into her heart. She withers the plant down to the root that she may grow it up again fairer and stronger. She calls her family together within her inmost home to prepare them for being scattered abroad upon the face of the earth. ~Hugh Macmillan
When the ages of ice came
And sealed the Earth inside
An endless coma of cold,
The heart of the Earth held hope,
Storing fragments of memory,
Ready for the return of the sun.
Let us then salute the silence
And certainty of mountains:
Their sublime stillness,
Their dream-filled hearts.
The wonder of a garden
Trusting the first warmth of spring
Until its black infinity of cells
Becomes charged with dream;
Then the silent, slow nurture
Of the seed’s self, coaxing it
To trust the act of death.
The humility of the Earth
That transfigures…
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Bette A. Stevens, Maine Author 
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on 03/30/2016