The season of summer is coming to a close. Autumn is chasing away the heat, and bringing a fresh current of breeze that flows through the trees and makes them whisper a song of gratitude.
The glow of summer will fade, the rapidly growing green grass, the fruitful green trees and the gardens; they will all wither.
“For the grass withers and the flowers fade, but the Word of our God stands forever.”
I thought I would share a few verses from the Bible that I stumbled upon during my morning study.
” I wait for the LORD, my soul waits,
And in His word I do hope.
My soul waits for the Lord
More than those who watch for the morning—
Yes, more than those who watch for the morning.”
My Bible study leader was talking about waiting on the Lord to bring the right mate for you, instead of dating a million guys and watching as each one of them take a piece of your broken heart away. She explained that we wait on the Lord for simple things to. Once, while she was at the beach, she got up before sunrise and went out-of-doors to wait for the sun. Slowly and gradually rays of light broke the darkness and a golden glow filled the clouds. But she had to wait for quite a while. Well in Psalms, I believe David is saying that we must wait for the Lord more than those who watch for the morning and he will do what he has promised in his Word. He will never leave us nor forsake us.
“Let your conduct be without covetousness or fear; be content with suck things as you have. For He Himself has said, ‘I will never leave you nor forsake you.”
“So may we boldly say:
The Lord is my helper;
I will not fear.
What can man do to me?”
One evening, after an exhausting but rewarding day spent dancing, I rested in my kitchen. I couldn’t help but gaze at the glowing blooms adorning the center of the oak table. They were vibrant, silky, petals opening with the color of the morning sunrise or the evening sunset. Any of you that really know me can probably guess what I did next. Grabbing the small black camera that had already been used so many times that day at the recital, I snapped about a hundred (well maybe fewer) pictures of the gorgeous roses. I thought I would share a little warmth of summer with you! :)
|by Thomas Carew (1640)
|Now that the winter’s gone, the earth hath lost
Her snow-white robes; and now no more the frost
Candies the grass, or casts an icy cream
Upon the silver lake or crystal stream:
But the warm sun thaws the benumbed earth,
And makes it tender; gives a sacred birth
To the dead swallow; wakes in hollow tree
The drowsy cuckoo and the humble-bee.
Now do a choir of chirping minstrels bring,
In triumph to the world, the youthful spring:
The valleys, hills, and woods in rich array
Welcome the coming of the long’d-for May.
Now all things smile: only my love doth lower,
Nor hath the scalding noon-day sun the power
To melt that marble ice, which still doth hold
Her heart congeal’d, and makes her pity cold.
The ox, which lately did for shelter fly
Into the stall, doth now securely lie
In open fields; and love no more is made
By the fire-side, but in the cooler shade
Amyntas now doth with his Chloris sleep
Under a sycamore, and all things keep
Time with the season: only she doth carry
June in her eyes, in her heart January
“To Daydream”, By Me
To wonder and dream, to ponder many things
To let your mind wander to and fro
Down a path were roses grow
And thoughts take flight on golden wings.
In the night of winter, nature slept as soundly as a bear in its cave. But as spring was born, the fields bloomed with rich color and the glow of Marigolds. The air carried the scent of sweetness wherever it roamed and the clouds allowed the sun to peek over their gloomy curtains. I longed to lay in the tall grass among the buds and pretend I lived right there with them. The thrasher called to me from among its little hollows in the overgrown grass. The bullfrogs and crickets beckoned me to bury my toes in the moist, fertile dirt. The rabbits played among the wild flowers and begged for me to join them. But still I could not answer their call. For life’s duties held on to me strongly and would not loosen their grip. Perhaps I would find time for the frolic of daydream in near future.
“Worry does not empty tomorrow of its sorrow, it empties today of its strength.” Corrie Ten Boom
“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.” Matthew 11:28
To view the rest of my spring blossom photography visit my Photography Page.
Bliss-Beauty Living In Sweet Simplicity
“Rejoice… in your youth; and let yourheart cheer you in the days of your youth.”
Quotation from “Beautiful Girlhood” By Karen Andreola
“Have you ever watched the development of a rose from the tiny bud to the open flower? The bud holds little more promise of beauty than the foliage about it; but day by day it grows until it is full and round. One day you see a thread of color, promise of the rose to come, peeping through the covering of green. Each morning the thread of color widens until the bud bursts asunder and the flower is revealed. You look upon the bursting bud with admiration and delight, though yet you do not see the rose in its full size and beauty. You have to wait until it is full grown and fully open, till it has reached its maturity, before you can behold the complete flower. But in the opening blossom the beauty of the mature rose is blended with the grace and charm of the bud.”
“Girlhood is the opening flower of womanhood. It has charms all its own. The wonderful change from the child to the women, the marvelous bosoming of young, healthy girlhood, will ever be God’s great miracle in life’s garden. Girlhood is like a half-open rose. We are charmed, both by the beauty of the bud and by the wonderful coloring of the rose. We behold the familiar traits of childhood that have always charmed us and held our affections, but blended with these in ever-changing variety are the graces and powers of womanhood.”
I hope these words encourage you today as you go through the many challenges of “growing-up”.