My Place of Grace

Busily, this little bee, gathers pollen dillegently. Flower to flower landing, pollinating for expanding; Beautiful color, fragrant smell, fostering growth, all is well. God's creation works together, intricate complexities untether... Before our eyes, the once concealed; Becomes a gift of awesome wonder revealed.

If you've got an itch then scratch it Take a lesson from this squirrel. That nagging little feeling Could be the making of a pearl. Just as a grain of sand Get stuck inside a shell, The itch unscratched will bother But with scratch, the itch will quell. Giving time to question, Why the itch was there? Was it just a passing notion Or something meant to make aware? Just as the grain of sand, Over time becomes a pearl. The itch unscratched can fester Causing damage to this squirrel. Thank you God for speaking to me the way you do, through photographs and nature to get Your message through. No one else may get it...and for me that's quite OK. Just like to share the words You spin into my brain each day. Thank you for the pleasures that knowing You affords. I pray that we come to know you better as you open all closed doors. The itches could mean something that you intend to teach, so that we may grow close to You, should we dare to reach; and s

Thank You Lord, For twilight moon. Shining bright Through dark of night. Shedding light Upon the earth, Assured that morning sun Will be there soon.

Boats sit in wait for occupants to hop on in and take them for a spin. Patiently still, they reflect themselves on mirrored lake. Anticipating the voyage they will take.