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Showing posts with label dolls. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dolls. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 12, 2017

Does God Care About the Little Things?



He sure does, and I have the cutest little doll to remind me. When we went to Africa I left part of my heart there and had wanted to bring back an African baby doll wrapped on its mother’s back as a symbolic memory of the place.  Would you believe there I couldn’t find any that really looked authentic? 

I did find a painting done by a native artist of that scene which was truly beautiful though.

Now, this is the neat part. The first time, the very first time I strolled into Value Village after our trip I found a super authentic looking African baby doll just sitting there waiting for me to take home. Now, this is the bonus. Never once have I seen one that looks anywhere nearly as authentic, not before or after! Does Jesus care about the little things? You bet. 

Are there some ‘little things’ causing anxiety or frustration right at this moment?  Share them with Jesus; He can give you direction and peace!

Monday, November 24, 2014

Does God Care About the Little Things?




He sure does, and I have the cutest little doll to remind me. When we went to Africa I left part of my heart there, and had wanted to bring back an African baby doll wrapped on its mother’s back as a symbolic memory of the place.  Would you believe there wasn’t any that really looked authentic?  

I did find a painting done by a native artist of that scene which was beautiful though.

Now this is the truly neat part. The first time, the very first time I strolled into Value Village after our trip I found a super authentic looking African baby doll just sitting there waiting for me to take home.

 And here's the bonus. Never once have I seen one that looks anywhere nearly as authentic before or since.  Not even on line! Does Jesus care bout the little things? You bet.




Thursday, January 16, 2014

What Are You Doing, Child?

Brenda  was in a hurry so she had intended to just quickly run the vacuum over the living room floor before getting on with other things, but Marissa had her dolls spread out all over the carpet and what she was saying to them seemed so intriguing that Brenda quietly busied herself with rearranging the flowers in the vases and polishing the furniture while she unobtrusively tried to figure out what was going on in her little girl’s mind.