This is my Father’s world,
And to my list’ning ears All nature sings, and round me rings The music of the spheres. This is my Father’s world; I rest me in the thought Of rocks and trees, of skies and seas— His hand the wonders wrought.
Those beautiful words from
one of my favorite hymns have been an inspiration to me as a photographer to
look for and appreciate and try to capture God’s grace and beauty … whatever
the season.
You can find them in bare tree limbs, their silhouettes gracefully framing a picturesque river scene.
Rustling overhead, defying winter's icy breezes ...
While their massive roots
gently cradle fallen seed pods below ...
The branches of twisted and
gnarled cedars are heavy with beautiful clusters of blue berries.
And ...
"In the rustling
grass I hear Him pass,
I hope you find God's grace in whatever the
winter brings your way, and remember that no matter how cold it gets, or how
long the days seem ... the flowers of
Spring are quietly sleeping beneath their blankets of snow and leaves ...
patiently waiting for God's "wakeup call.
"
I hope WE can wait as
patiently!
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Saturday, January 17, 2015
My Father's World
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6:52 AM
Created by
Southern Lady
Friday, January 16, 2015
Thursday, January 8, 2015
Untie the Ribbons
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5:25 AM
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Southern Lady
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