Ruby's Sunday evening letters — a quiet weekly reflection on the week behind and the one ahead.
Sunday Letter
"The fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, generosity, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control." — Galatians 5:22-23 It is Sunday evening and August is here. I am in the chair by the lamp with the windows open and the sound of the evening coming
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"Now to him who by the power at work within us is able to accomplish abundantly far more than all we can ask or imagine, to him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus to all generations, forever and ever. Amen." — Ephesians 3:20-21 It
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"Finally, beloved, whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is just, whatever is pure, whatever is pleasing, whatever is commendable, if there is any excellence and if there is anything worthy of praise, think about these things." — Philippians 4:8 It is Sunday evening and the week is
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"By the tender mercy of our God, the dawn from on high will break upon us, to give light to those who sit in darkness and in the shadow of death, to guide our feet into the way of peace." — Luke 1:78-79 It is Sunday evening
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"The LORD bless you and keep you; the LORD make his face to shine upon you, and be gracious to you; the LORD lift up his countenance upon you, and give you peace." — Numbers 6:24-26 It is Sunday evening and the holiday is behind us. Jack
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"It is in vain that you rise up early and go late to rest, eating the bread of anxious toil; for he gives sleep to his beloved." — Psalm 127:2 It is Sunday evening and the first open week is done. I did not go to church this
Sunday Letter
"I remember your name in the night, O LORD, and keep your law." — Psalm 119:55 It is Sunday evening and the longest day of the year is almost done. I am in the chair by the lamp and the windows are open and the air coming in
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"I will both lie down and sleep in peace; for you alone, O LORD, make me lie down in safety." — Psalm 4:8 It is Sunday evening and the week is done and it was a good week, which is a thing I do not say lightly because
Sunday Letter
"The boundary lines have fallen for me in pleasant places; I have a goodly heritage." — Psalm 16:6 It is Sunday evening and the house is quiet and the light outside is going gold the way it does in June when the day takes its time leaving. I