tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30458926.post7087876183694501661..comments2024-03-06T01:00:34.570-05:00Comments on Whatever He Says: Diamond Dust MorningBelindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09251920708783268740noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30458926.post-36880173674835418472007-01-22T09:15:00.000-05:002007-01-22T09:15:00.000-05:00Dear Bel- Beautiful. Awesome. Sweetly exhilarating...Dear Bel- Beautiful. Awesome. Sweetly exhilarating and so lovely.Every word. From the first to the last.Thank-you.PoppyAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30458926.post-14551051992325112452007-01-21T07:11:00.000-05:002007-01-21T07:11:00.000-05:00Belinda, reading your post brought back so many me...Belinda, reading your post brought back so many memories. Eric, our dog, used to love the winter. It was his season. He, like Molson, would bury his face in the snow and roll round in it. Approached winter like children approach a carnival - there was just never 'enough' of him to enjoy all of winter. Like you I would think about God when watching Eric, and I realized that there was just never 'enough' of me to enjoy all that God had made - this is what convinced me of the existance of a place called heaven --Dave Hingsburgerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11918601687946534172noreply@blogger.com