Mr. Husband and I were with his
family for the week of Western Christmas.
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This was our dresser, with a large mirror.
I woke one day and was looking at our icons
and the thought came that this
is where real beauty is.
*
As if the dresser was the women's dressing table
where hair would be brushed, make up dabbed on.
*
Instead it is where prayer was done,
Icons were laid out with love.
family for the week of Western Christmas.
This was our dresser, with a large mirror.
I woke one day and was looking at our icons
and the thought came that this
is where real beauty is.
*
As if the dresser was the women's dressing table
where hair would be brushed, make up dabbed on.
*
Instead it is where prayer was done,
Icons were laid out with love.
Where prayer books laid.
*
This is truly where beauty comes...
*
This is truly where beauty comes...
1 comment:
In a nutshell.
I do love your Holy water bottles...where did you get them from?
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