Weathering the Storm

in the storm
It has been raining here at home allot- I mean allot!
And as it started storming again this morning, I stepped outside to try to catch some shots of raindrops with my camera,
and that is when I saw this little guy clinging to the tree trunk- not moving- just hunkered down and hanging on.
And for myself, sometimes that is all I can do, hang on, hold on, hunker down and cling to the one that shelters me from the storm.


The grayness has come for 6 weeks I face it.
The trees are bare, their limbs etched in black across the sky.
Coldness creeps into the bones; the chill will not leave me.
Ashes are upon my forehead, death is embraced.

Judgment must be executed.
It is all I deserve.
I am guilty, the crime has been committed;
no more excuses can be made.

But I am not beaten,
the stripes I deserve are given to another.
I cannot bear to watch.
My heart is torn to pieces.

In His pain, He reaches to me.
I grasp His hand, I kiss His feet.
I am covered in His blood.

His blood purifies. My robe is white- spotless.
I am embraced, His mark upon my forehead.

Life is embraced.

Resurrection has come

Gift #779: The golden light on the water at Standing Bear Lake


“…. seeing our Father in everything makes life one long thanksgiving and gives a rest of heart, and, more than that, a gayety of spirit, that is unspeakable.”
Hannah Whitall Smith

Jesus’s word from John 10:10
….”I came that they may have life and have it abundantly.”