The View From My Cabin

I live in a cabin which overlooks the lake. The space surrounding the cabin is just as one would imagine-nestled in spring green trees and tucked away from the business of the world. The view from my cabin shows the North entrance and road leading to the camp. Here, I enjoy watching the world pass by. I see excited guests enter camp for the first time. I see cars lined up with anticipation to pull through the gates. I see a vehicle speed around the country road, only to stop and reverse for missing the entrance. I see fireworks over the lake and guests gathered in the pasture to watch in wonder as the lights create a double show in both the sky and the water. I see the morning fog creep in and cover the lake like a blanket. I see a mass of mosquitos hovering around the water's edge. I see friends take a slow walk, savoring the day. I see employees leave after a day of hard work. I share in a snapshot of an individual's life by watching a singular moment in the view from my cabin.

Sometimes I wonder, what does God think when He watches my life unfold? He does not see snapshots, He sees my life it totality. However, my entire life is more like a singular snapshot because the smallness of my existence proves minimal to His sovereign presence. And, I still wonder, what does He think? May He be glorified in the snapshot that is my life.

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Hampton Court Palace

Today, I toured Hampton Court Palace, an official historic, royal palace. Following are some of the sights I saw, history I learned, and favorites I enjoyed. The guard chamber of King William III. The magnificent display of 2,871 items of armor and weapons displayed a message that William was a great soldier and peacemaker. William's Presence chamber. Only high-ranking individuals were permitted into this room. William would be distinguished by sitting on a Chair of Estate. Those who entered his presence were required to remove their hats and make three low bows to the King, or even his empty chair. I'm grateful to serve an accessible King, who is with me wherever I go. William's eating room. He was expected to dine here on occasions "in front of persons of good fashion and good appearance," in order to display the sumptuousness of his food and to reassure everyone he was in good health. He was served by three servants on bended knee. William's P...

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All My Love, Gennavieve

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