Compare yourself with those who on the Lord’s Day hear nothing except the dismal sound of the world. What a privilege it is for you to hear the proclamation of the gospel!
Compare yourself with those who on the Lord’s Day hear nothing except the dismal sound of the world. What a privilege it is for you to hear the proclamation of the gospel!
Bakker, Frans.
We call them helicopter seeds, too! My hubby said that at work and they had never heard that. Around Chicagoland, apparently, they call them whirligigs. I'll have to tell Tom that he's right in Australia!
Reader Comments (4)
Oh those look so familiar. Mine aren't silver but they are equal in abundance. Stuck in the spaces between the boards in the patio etc, etc!
I think where you live and where I live must have very similar trees and whatnot; we have loads of those all over the place at the moment.
God's helicopter seeds!
I love them.
We call them helicopter seeds, too! My hubby said that at work and they had never heard that. Around Chicagoland, apparently, they call them whirligigs. I'll have to tell Tom that he's right in Australia!
Our part of the world is covered with them! At least it feels that way!