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Sunday Blessings

SUNDAY BLESSINGS Every morning is different to me, this morning on catching the early train out I saw someone in their upstairs window head bowed and hands in pray . . . No, church, may I have, but; my window to the Lord, O' I pray to thee Indiana Shaw . . . "Sweet" . . . : )

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Evelyn Judy Buehler

Date: 9/10/2020 10:27:00 PM

I love the idea of a window to the Lord. A beautiful poem, Indiana, and a fave. :)

Indiana Shaw
Date: 9/11/2020 12:30:00 AM

Her Window, Evelyn, her porta,l which actually looked over the church nearby, I found it a very sweet moment . . . : )

Darlene De Beaulieu

Date: 9/6/2020 12:32:00 PM

Hello Indiana Shaw, a prayer can be heard anywhere. Have a nice day my friend.

Indiana Shaw
Date: 9/11/2020 12:26:00 AM

Yes, Darlene, it was a lovely example of such, blessings to you . . . : )

Arturo Michael

Date: 9/6/2020 6:40:00 AM

I like it...

Indiana Shaw
Date: 9/11/2020 12:24:00 AM

A solitary sight, Arturo, with impact . . . : )

Regina Mcintosh

Date: 9/6/2020 5:09:00 AM

Prayer is such a blessed blessing. I enjoyed your words - May the Lord richly bless you dear friend.

Indiana Shaw
Date: 9/11/2020 12:20:00 AM

It was such a simple act, but; it stayed with me for a couple of days, I found it quite poignant . . . : )