Now also when I am old . . . Psalm 71


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.

Blessings, Ellen

The “wild iris” is courtesy of

“He remembereth we are dust” Psalm 103


writing and reading
I don’t see the dust . . .

then seeing
I remember

and know He does not forget

and understands
with Love

Psalm 103: 14  For he knoweth our frame; he remembereth we are dust.

“Rose Accent” is courtesy of

“I will love thee” Psalm 18

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.

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