You’re writing your autobiography. What’s your opening sentence?
Daily writing prompt
The Psalms have been a part of my life for as long as I can remember.


You’re writing your autobiography. What’s your opening sentence?
Daily writing prompt
The Psalms have been a part of my life for as long as I can remember.
What experiences in life helped you grow the most?
Daily writing prompt
This prompt follows my previous post, Remembrance.
I bought the 10th Anniversary Edition of One Thousand Gifts, by Ann Voskamp. I read the book awhile ago and wished to read the “Introduction for the 10th anniversary edition the gift of grace upon grace,” written by Ann Voskamp in 2020. The Page for the book at Ann’s site has a picture of the cover and more information.
One of my sites is Grief And Acceptance – growth continues, by God’s grace.
Thank you and blessings.
If there was a biography about you, what would the title be?
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gift of faith
during my hardest years
lights down the beach
moon and stars at night
sunrise
I reprinted this poem here on May 18, 2020, and also wrote:
“This poem is from March 11, 2012, at my first site, Poems From Oostburg, Wisconsin. I was reflecting upon past experiences – and of course, not knowing what the new challenges would be. Family, my health, and our common history. We plan the best we can, and take good care.
Praying the Psalms is part of my life, through all the chapters. Many layers of memories. Faith grows. The Psalms are honest prayers, and they lead to trust and praise. I have so much more to learn.”
What is your mission?
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Poems From Psalms And Nature is a site to share verses from the Psalms, short poems, and photos – along with other posts.
reading Psalms
more beauty and
comfort every year
And he shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water,
that bringeth forth his fruit in his season;
his leaf also shall not wither;
and whatsoever he doeth shall prosper.
Psalm 1: 3
Talk about your father or a father figure in your life.
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looking at envelopes
I think, my father
would save these
and collect the
stamps
rain in dark night
refreshes each leaf
today I think of you
no longer with grief