“He tends his flock like a shepherd: He gathers the lambs in his arms and carries them close to his heart; he gently leads those that have young.” – Isaiah 40:11
“When Jesus landed and saw a large crowd, he had compassion on them, because they were like sheep without a shepherd. So he began teaching them many things.” – Mark 6:34
“For the Lamb at the center of the throne will be their shepherd; ‘he will lead them to springs of living water. ’And God will wipe away every tear from their eyes.’ “- Revelation 7:17
“The LORD is my shepherd, I lack nothing.” – Psalm 23:1
Praise God that He loves us and cares for us so well. No matter what comes, He is there to find us, to rescue us, to feed us, to lead us to a place of peace. Blessings, Lisa
I found a few blessed moments of quiet yesterday afternoon on my front porch. (And can I just say that I would love to hug the inventor of front porches? 🙂 )
The things I saw in the quiet:
– Green, green everywhere. So many different shades, so many different shapes. The leaves seem to be riotously enjoying their greenness before the start of autumn.
-The first three leaves that had fallen from the trees in the cooler air. They lay on the porch looking shocked and a little indignant for their too early demise.
-A male and female cardinal chasing each other from the dogwood to a neighboring elm.
-My fuzzy cockapoo enjoying himself and looking for blue tailed skinks. (One of his favorite pastimes)
-Spiders spinning webs furiously. This brought a certain amount of consternation in me, as I daily try to keep them off the porch. But I had to admire their tenacity, and I thought about the fact that spiders have to eat too. ;/
Things I heard in the quiet:
-Blissful times of absolute silence. Nothing.
-Occasional cars and trucks passing by on the road
-Neighbors working outside.
-Various insects and crickets
-The tapping of my dog’s toenails on the wooden porch when he tired of searching for the elusive skinks.
-My occasional sighs, as I released tensions that I was holding deep inside.
Things I felt in the quiet:
-Peace
-Hope
-Joy
-Wonder
-Excitement
-Creativity
-God’s presence
Thanks for reading this far. I encourage you to carve out even five minutes of quiet today. See what happens. Or what doesn’t happen, which is sometimes better.
It is a soft, misty morning here in Virginia. The clouds are draped softly on the trees, the grass, the ground. The white swirls around as I drive. I feel as if I am wrapped in a soft fluffy blanket, and I am instantly, happily, back in Ireland on a similar day.
A low whistle, the uillean pipes, the guitar, the lyrical stories in song fill my car’s speakers. I begin to smile, to imagine, to be there.
Sitting in the pub, on a soft misty day, eating an amazing fresh-caught fish, a lovely Smithwick’s pint to wash it down.
Not knowing exactly what will happen next, but blissfully not worrying about it.
Listening to the session musicians, watching the set dancing….people much older than me who could dance as if they had springs underfoot.
The dark, warm wooden tones of the pub wrapping you up to insulate against anything the outside might throw your way.
What a lovely morning of imagining, of remembering, it has been.
We had hard rain last night. By the light of day, the clouds are parting, revealing the bluest blues and painting beautiful images. I thought this one was interesting.
Let me know what you see in the comments below.
May God bless your day with glorious glimpses of His goodness.
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