Our God manifests Himself in our mangers and muck, our mundane and mess. Ours is the God manifesting Himself in the unlikely and unbearable, in the surprise and the second-chance. The God Who bears the burdens and brings the hope. ~Ann Voskamp
“Listen to your life.
See it for the fathomless mystery it is.
In the boredom and pain of it,
no less than in the excitement and gladness:
touch, taste, smell your way
to the holy and hidden heart of it,
because in the last analysis
all moments are key moments,
and life itself is grace.”
I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape– the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn’t show. ~Andrew Wyeth
Weeds in unison
Move with the sun
Balancing the snow
I’m loving the blue sky and sunshine! This morning, Don and I took a drive along the back roads in our small town. I took this photo from the passenger window while driving by. Lovely are the bright colors of the green and orange barns against the brilliant blue sky and fields of unblemished snow.
(This post is also published on my photo blog, Remember the Year. Check it out sometime!)
It is cold outside. The wind bites my face. The sky is gray.
We have Snow. This is the Season of New. Spring is the Season of New.
Job 37:6-7 (NLT)
He directs the snow to fall on the earth
and tells the rain to pour down. Then everyone stops working
so they can watch his power.
This is a new day. Warmed by the sun. It brightens the gray.
Buds break free. A drop of rain has a life of its own. This is the season of new.
Deuteronomy 32:1-2 (NLT)
Listen, O heavens, and I will speak! Hear, O earth, the words that I say!Let my teaching fall on you like rain; let my speech settle like dew.Let my words fall like rain on tender grass, like gentle showers on young plants.
The ground nurtures the seed. The roots grow deep. We wait for the harvest.
The tares will be tossed. There will be grain. This is the season of new.
John 4:35b (NLT)
But I tell you, look around you, and see how the fields are ripe for harvesting.
We honor you, oh God. You are the giver. You are the life.
The snow with its care. Our barns will be filled. God brings the season of new.
Honor the Lord with your wealth
and with the best part of everything you produce.
Then he will fill your barns with grain
The snow covers the gray. A song bird sings. My soul is renewed.
My Savior redeems. He rescues me to live. Welcoming the season of new.