Woodland Christmas Quotes

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You can't seek revenge then become obedient again. You can't pick and choose when you will and won't follow God. It's something that's done all the time or not at all.
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Janelle Mowery (A Woodland Christmas: Face of Mary/To Hear Angels/The Christmas Chain/Love Came Home at Christmas (Romancing America: Texas))
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Take your time!” I called as he scurried off, scampering like a woodland creature despite the fact he was the size of a goddamn moose.
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Fae Quin (You Can Count On Me (Christmas Daddies, #2))
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like many gay men after a family Christmas, I decided to seek the comfort of strangers, only where could I find a comforting stranger on a freezing cold Christmas night in the middle of Northamptonshire? I pulled into a lay-by, hidden by woodland, expecting it, on this most holy night, to be deserted, but it wasn’t. A car was parked in the darkness, the engine turning over but with no lights on. I parked in front of it, a few yards ahead, and noticed in my rear-view mirror something stir within. The headlights flashed. A signal. I switched on my interior light and switched it off again. After a moment the car’s headlights came on and stayed on. A figure got out and came and stood in front, illuminated by the headlamps. It was a man, doing a dance, and he was completely naked apart from a bow of tinsel, which he had tied round his balls. Merry Christmas, I thought: Happy Feast of the Nativity.
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Richard Coles (Fathomless Riches: Or How I Went From Pop to Pulpit)
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The starkness of winter can reveal colours we would otherwise miss. I once watched a fox cross a frosty field, her coat shining against the gloom. Walking in the bare winter woodland, I am surrounded by astonishing foxy reds: the deep burnish of bracken, it’s dry fronds twisted to lacework; the deep crimson leaves left on brambles; the last remaining berries on honeysuckle and orange clusters of rose hips. The iconic holly, it’s boughs so thoroughly raided each Christmas. There is the bright yellow of gorse on heathland, going on until spring comes, as well as stately evergreens and the tangle of green leaves that remain unnoticed on the ground. Life goes on abundantly in winter – changes made here will usher us into future glories.
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Katherine May (Wintering: The Power of Rest and Retreat in Difficult Times)