Fandango’s word today is to: “Kneel” My post is simply an image, hope it inspires many.
Matthew Chapter 3 speaking of the Baptism of Jesus
A little story to share! It all started several months ago when my neighbors’ pet duck wandered over to my yard and made a nest under my porch. She gathered pine needles and felt quite safe. I waited in wonder what would happen next and this week she came out from down under with 12 little ducklings sashaying behind her.
One of the small miracles of life; these 12 tiny fuzzy little creature and how they all stick together following their mother wherever she goes. I am enjoying watching them. They have become the delight of my life; you might say, my life must be pretty dull if a few ducklings can bring such joy.
No, not dull, yet, raised in Chicago this touch of rare country living God permitted me; His tender tending His creatures reminds me of this Bible verse. “Behold the birds of the air, for they neither sow, nor do they reap, nor gather into barns: and your heavenly Father feedeth them. Are not you of much more value than they?” [Matthew 6:26]
Aren’t they cute?
If you won’t go to Him
pray He will come to you!
Just happen to find this LENS-ARTIST Challenge here, where else: but WordPress and it seems they are looking this week for “Something Different.” The story behind this photo is last week I woke early and noticed a heavy fog just before sunrise. Didn’t even have my coffee yet, but grabbed my camera and took this image of the house just over the hill, it looked sort of “spooky,” I thought with those “eyes” peering over at me. I do love spooky!
None of my photos or art or poetry or anything I post is every copyrighted so feel free. At my age, who cares, if you want to use it. (79)
Pick Me Up – March 15, 2019
The shadow of the moon danced on the lake.
Morphing of the shadow as the light of the moon penetrated through branches; the reaching arms gracefully unveiling its ballet to a full moon.
A moon suspended high beyond its genius of design, a living greeting card.
The priest that morning at the sacrifice of the Mass, held the host high above his head, again a change; the bread of earth-penetrating God’s enlightenment is unveiling bread from heaven.
Of the Supernatural
Morphing night and day