When I think of this past Christmas, an enduring image is the holiday lights. Some people had grand displays, others simple, and all so bright and hopeful. Here and there, we put our holiday decorations away. Christmas kept awhile longer, and now Lent and then Easter. One day at a time.
I cried unto the LORD with my voice; with my voice unto the LORD did I make my supplication.
Psalm 142: 1
As you can see, for this collage I selected a post from each month for the series (March 2020 – July 2020). The collages are another way to review and perhaps introduce the Psalms to new readers. Always new.
Father, I wish to praise You for the whole of life. Besides these blessings obvious and bright with benediction for the soul; beyond intangibles that comfort us when doubters cower under circumstance and faithless people cast all hope on wealth; even before the graces that advance our comfort, pleasure, family and health, I would give thanks for pain, displeasure, fear, reversals that avoid the cul-de-sac of pride, anxieties, and every tear that draws me near through prejudice or lack to Your forgiveness. Surely all is good that leads me into doing what I should.
Charles A. Waugaman (1932 – 2010)
WITHIN The Circle Of Seasons Poems by Charles A. Waugaman Elin Grace Publishing ISBN 0-9729848-1-X 2003, Author Copyright All Rights Reserved
For new readers – and all who visit here – I thought it would be helpful to highlight our series from the Psalms this year.
The posts are short selections from the Psalms, with a picture. Over time, I hope to create a special page with links to all the posts in the series. I will let you know in a post when the page is complete and online.