I am so grateful God created the world in living color...
I can't help but think He knew how much these tones and shades
would enrich our gray ordinary days,
would pull our hearts toward His,
and so He splashed our lives with unexpected loveliness.
would enrich our gray ordinary days,
would pull our hearts toward His,
and so He splashed our lives with unexpected loveliness.
Whose idea was it to give the new lambs pink-tinged ears?
"Never lose an opportunity of seeing anything beautiful, for beauty is God's handwriting."
R.W. Emerson
Usually, I don't have to look far.
I just have to look.
So, today I'm posting some phrases in the handwriting of God
written across my days here on Hickory Lane.
It is my hope that you would let your soul expand in worship of the Creator
as you take a second look at his first rate, color saturated creations.
R.W. Emerson
Usually, I don't have to look far.
I just have to look.
So, today I'm posting some phrases in the handwriting of God
written across my days here on Hickory Lane.
It is my hope that you would let your soul expand in worship of the Creator
as you take a second look at his first rate, color saturated creations.
fancy eye feast in the fern patch
I think I would have kept it simple with turtles,
theme and variation on shades of brown.
But not God.
He added brilliant orange to half hidden scaly feet,
and flecked an ordinary shell with wavy golden highlights.
I think the handwriting on this canvas says, "Even the hidden ones matter to Me."
theme and variation on shades of brown.
But not God.
He added brilliant orange to half hidden scaly feet,
and flecked an ordinary shell with wavy golden highlights.
I think the handwriting on this canvas says, "Even the hidden ones matter to Me."
Even the hidden ones matter to Me
Hidden ones?
Not this fellow!
I always know where he is because he's always telling me,
loudly, boldly, incessantly.
He doesn't seem to know he's just a little banty rooster;
he thinks he's king of the pasture.
And with his flashy colors, maybe he is.
I love the extra "fancy feathers" in deep copper along his back.
What's written here?
Not this fellow!
I always know where he is because he's always telling me,
loudly, boldly, incessantly.
He doesn't seem to know he's just a little banty rooster;
he thinks he's king of the pasture.
And with his flashy colors, maybe he is.
I love the extra "fancy feathers" in deep copper along his back.
What's written here?
Smallness does not exclude extravagance!
This photo reminded me of an old old song:
I come to the garden alone while the dew is still on the roses..(or the rain is still on the lupines?)
And the voice I hear falling on my ear the Son of God discloses.
And He walks with me and He talks with me, and He tells me I am His own;
and the joy we share as we tarry there none other has ever known.
I come to the garden alone while the dew is still on the roses..(or the rain is still on the lupines?)
And the voice I hear falling on my ear the Son of God discloses.
And He walks with me and He talks with me, and He tells me I am His own;
and the joy we share as we tarry there none other has ever known.
Morning light on rainwashed lupines.
When this little bluebird lands on the wire above my garden,
he greets me with his characteristic low whistle warble,
and I say, "Oh, hello to you, little friend. Thanks for stopping by."
I take each of his visits personally,
and my heart swells with gratitude to the One
who created this small package of marvelous feathers.
he greets me with his characteristic low whistle warble,
and I say, "Oh, hello to you, little friend. Thanks for stopping by."
I take each of his visits personally,
and my heart swells with gratitude to the One
who created this small package of marvelous feathers.
And God saw everything that He had made,
and behold
it was very good.
Genesis 1:31
and behold
it was very good.
Genesis 1:31
Yes indeed, it was very, very good.
And all I can say is,
Thank You.
And all I can say is,
Thank You.
Today's Soul Stretch brought to you and me in living color!!! HumminB
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