This mother’s heart has been pierced. “A soft answer turns away wrath.” The rebuke sits heavily on my ears. I have no reply...
I will praise Thee, O LORD, with my whole heart; I will show forth all Thy marvelous works.
—Don’t —Don’t scratch! It’ll spread. —No, it won’t.
North Carolina Lighthouse Collage Waterfowl Collage Lighthouse photos taken in Outer Banks, North Carolina, 2017 Waterfowl photos taken in Virginia (2014), North Carolina (2017), and Florida (2017) Weekly Photo Challenge: Collage
Many thanks to Jansen Photo for the Tuesday Photo Challenge - Yellow and the opportunity to share some of God's wonderful creations which I've come across here and there. Photos are from various places in Virginia, North Carolina, and Florida.
I have so much more in common with Hagar than I had ever imagined before beginning this study. God sees me, hears me, forgives me, and answers my prayers....
Many thanks to Cee's Photography for this challenge. These photos were taken at The Bascom, a center for visual arts in Highlands, NC. The gallery was closed when we arrived, so we walked around to see what we could see outside on the grounds. It was all quite fascinating, with an outdoor classroom, a nature … Continue reading Cee’s B&W Photo Challenge: Things Made with Wood
If I fell, Though all hell Should full well My soul sell...
Come, thou Fount of every blessing, Tune my heart to sing thy grace; Streams of mercy, never ceasing, Call for songs of loudest praise.
This poem is very thought provoking. The middle portion reminds me of 1 Kings 19:11-12 “…a great and strong wind rent the mountains, and broke in pieces the rocks before the LORD; but the LORD was not in the wind: and after the wind an earthquake; but the LORD was not in the earthquake: And after the earthquake a fire; but the LORD was not in the fire: and after the fire a still small voice.”
I Just Woke Up
I awoke, a traveler,
I do not know where I came from,
Or where I am bound,
Or if I am going anywhere at all.
Many have traveled before me,
So I am told.
Many will most likely come after me,
Most of those traveling with me
Do not know me,
Do not want to know me,
And would hate me if they did know me.
But there are those that call me friend,
They seem to care about me,
But some have left.
Some are even family,
And they seem to care also,
But I actually only have their word for it,
I just do not remember.
I hear about a lot of philosophies,
Lots of opinions,
Lots of directions,
About things that I know nothing about for sure,
And that seem to be of little consequence.
I usually keep that to myself,
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