January 2009
Refreshing. Pure. Exhilirating.
My rosemary bush accessorized fittingly in her snow beauty.
I treasure old things. This vine seems as if it has perished, but come spring it will revive out of it's dormant stage and display it's graceful and stunning bouquet of life.
The enchantment of the picket fence greeted by the lavender is inviting, still and poised.
The woodpile managed by my husband and teenage boys needs some more 'friends' (logs) from pawpaws winding and zigzagging woodpile. The pattern of snow on each log whispers Creator.
I am curious to know what various and asundry birds and animals has called this idiosyncratic* tree home.
*Another wonderful discovery of the ministry of homeschooling..you learn cool words with your children!
Our sons love the freedom of riding their bikes on the abandoned, tranquil and snow-covered city street.The innocence of the day complemented childhood innocence and child-like faith beautifully.
Our dogs, Peyton and Zealy, patiently wait for their family to come out and trompse in the snow with them. They seem to know 'no school today!" Yes, homeschoolers even take a day of 'school' off to explore the magic and purity of the Lord's gift of snow. (I actually had someone ask me do we take snow days...gimme a break.) LOL
The ending to a beautiful, matchless and untarnished snow day of January 2009.
Pure. Still. Stunning.Glorious. All praise given to the One who displayed His majesty for a moment of much needed change of routine. A welcomed interruption. Thank you Lord.
Psalm 147
Praise to God for His Word and Providence 1 Praise the LORD! For it is good to sing praises to our God; For it is pleasant, and praise is beautiful. 2 The LORD builds up Jerusalem; He gathers together the outcasts of Israel. 3 He heals the brokenhearted And binds up their wounds. 4 He counts the number of the stars; He calls them all by name. 5 Great is our Lord, and mighty in power; His understanding is infinite. 6 The LORD lifts up the humble; He casts the wicked down to the ground. 7 Sing to the LORD with thanksgiving; Sing praises on the harp to our God, 8 Who covers the heavens with clouds, Who prepares rain for the earth, Who makes grass to grow on the mountains. 9 He gives to the beast its food, And to the young ravens that cry. 11 The LORD takes pleasure in those who fear Him, In those who hope in His mercy. 12 Praise the LORD, O Jerusalem! Praise your God, O Zion! 13 For He has strengthened the bars of your gates; He has blessed your children within you. 14 He makes peace in your borders, And fills you with the finest wheat. 15 He sends out His command to the earth; His word runs very swiftly. 16 He gives snow like wool; He scatters the frost like ashes.
Praise to God for His Word and Providence 1 Praise the LORD! For it is good to sing praises to our God; For it is pleasant, and praise is beautiful. 2 The LORD builds up Jerusalem; He gathers together the outcasts of Israel. 3 He heals the brokenhearted And binds up their wounds. 4 He counts the number of the stars; He calls them all by name. 5 Great is our Lord, and mighty in power; His understanding is infinite. 6 The LORD lifts up the humble; He casts the wicked down to the ground. 7 Sing to the LORD with thanksgiving; Sing praises on the harp to our God, 8 Who covers the heavens with clouds, Who prepares rain for the earth, Who makes grass to grow on the mountains. 9 He gives to the beast its food, And to the young ravens that cry. 11 The LORD takes pleasure in those who fear Him, In those who hope in His mercy. 12 Praise the LORD, O Jerusalem! Praise your God, O Zion! 13 For He has strengthened the bars of your gates; He has blessed your children within you. 14 He makes peace in your borders, And fills you with the finest wheat. 15 He sends out His command to the earth; His word runs very swiftly. 16 He gives snow like wool; He scatters the frost like ashes.
beautiful pictures!!!!!!
ReplyDeletebeautiful beautiful Lord!!!
Hey Angela:
ReplyDeleteYour photo's are beautiful and your reflective writings are like a sweet melody. I love you, girl! Deborah Ross