Thou hast set all the borders of the earth:
thou hast made summer and winter.
Psalm 74: 17 (KJV)
This recent photo by Karl is also posted on Poems From Oostburg, Wisconsin. There are other photos there too, if you wish to see more of our winter by Lake Michigan in Wisconsin, USA. http://ellenolinger.wordpress.com
I will love thee,
Psalm 18: 1 (KJV)
Morning glories are courtesy of wpclipart.com.
Now also when I am old and greyheaded, O God, forsake me not; until I have shewed thy strength unto this generation. Psalm 71: 18 (KJV)
I’m rereading favorite old books . . . a page here, a poem there.
turning the page
of an older book
the age in my hands
Rereading is restful I find. Sometimes I simply remember how hard an event was the last time I read a selection, and I put the book down and thank God, basking in His Love for a few moments.
The “wild iris” is courtesy of wpclipart.com.
I will love thee, O Lord, my strength. Psalm 18: 1 (KJV)
The daffodils are blooming. We picked a few for the house, and they are so lovely and fragrant.
Perhaps they are like a kind word, a mustard seed, a short prayer, one of our posts: how large in encouragement the effects of something that seems small.
These are favorite photos by Karl, from 2011, of the same flowers. They were planted by someone decades ago.
. . . he leadeth me beside the still waters.
Psalm 23: 2b (KJV)
Be still, and know that I am God . . .
Psalm 46: 10a (KJV)
He that dwelleth in the secret place
of the Most High shall abide
under the shadow of the Almighty.
Psalm 91: 1 (KJV)
“Sea Shell on Black Background” by Fiona Storey.
Courtesy of http://public-domain-image.com.
Link to this specific picture at the site mentioned: http://www.public-domain-image.com/still-life-public-domain-images-pictures/sea-shell-on-black-background.jpg.html
I love to reread books I first read years ago.
New thoughts about what the writers were–are–saying occur to me, perhaps because I’m the same age, or older now, than they were when they wrote their poetry and prose.
At the same time, I don’t believe I completely missed what they were saying.
Rather their words helped create the strength to “see me through” when my turn to experience some of the same events, in my own way, would arrive.
What a beautiful mystery. Language. “In the beginning was the Word…” John 1: 1
Photo of roses by Karl.
things are true,
whatsoever things are honest,
whatsoever things are just,
whatsoever things are pure,
whatsoever things are lovely,
whatsoever things are of good report;
if there be any virtue,
and if there be any praise,
think on these things.
~ from Philippians 4: 8 (KJV) ~
Wheat field courtesy of wpclipart.com