SUNDAY, JUNE 12, 2011
Meeting For Coffee
This year the robins have built their nest high upon the garage wall. Often my sole companions in the early morning hours, I join them in the garden, coffee in hand, to delight in the undisturbed, enveloping quiet of the world before the day proceeds. With temperatures daily reaching well into the 90's, the humidity, a thick wet blanket, makes even the simplest of chores a drudgery. Pleasure is taken in these early morning hours. A slight breeze is detectable, but the sun continues its climb over the roof line and soon will burn off the dew that settled overnight. My reprieve from the heat will be short lived.
The blooming of the Winchester Cathedral roses draw my attention, but it is quickly diverted by little heads rising above the nest. Mother and father take turns filling little beaks held agape in faith for food they know will be delivered by loving parents.
Are not five sparrows sold for 2 pennies?
Yet not one of them is forgotten by God.
Luke 12:6
Never do the parents stray far in search of nourishment for their young. A watchful eye keeps guard no further than the cherry tree at the corner of the garden. Wayward birds are soon reminded to whom these delicate little hearts belong. The swift rebuke of a starling, perching to closely to robins nest, is testament to the watchful, paternal love. Not a single worry impedes the growth of the hatchling's in their slumber for their safety is guaranteed, both day and night, by the ones who love them dearly.
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Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat; or your body, what you will wear. Life is more than food, and the body more than clothes. ~ Luke 12:22 & 23 |
Every morning I come out into this garden and await in faith the One who watches over me, both day and night. As the hot coffee seeps into my body and awakens my still sleep befuddled mind, His word quenches my world weary soul. I raise my head up in faith, knowing I will be feed.
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Consider the ravens: they do not sow or reap, they have no storeroom or barn; yet God feeds them. And how much more valuable you are than birds! ~ Luke 12:24 |
SUNDAY, MAY 1, 2011
The Holy City
Every February, for the last 10 years, my family has taken a trip to what has become our families "adopted" city. Unfortunately, with our moves this year it was impossible to make the trip and I've been left with feelings of withdrawal. I've been promised a trip later this year, but until then I will enjoy a few pictures from trips past.
With the numerous steeples dotting the city's skyline, Charleston is known as The Holy City and I make it a point to attend services at a different church each time we visit. Our family is Episcopalian, but as Mother often says, "It's good to shop around for a good sermon on occasion."
I have many recommendation of things to do while in Charleston, but today I'd like to share a place we visit every single year...
Magnolia Plantation was founded in 1676 by the Drayton family and has survived the centuries. It has witnessed the history of our nation from the American Revolution to the Civil War and beyond. It opened its doors to the visitors in 1870 now becoming the oldest public tourist site in the Lowcountry, and the oldest public gardens in America.
From the beautiful azaleas and camellias to the Monet like white bridges, it is an unforgettable experience to walk the gravel paths and if you look closely perhaps you will find the bench seat where John Drayton sat and composed his sermons before and during the Civil War.
Oh, June can not come quickly enough...
Mosaic Mondays with Little Red House
With the numerous steeples dotting the city's skyline, Charleston is known as The Holy City and I make it a point to attend services at a different church each time we visit. Our family is Episcopalian, but as Mother often says, "It's good to shop around for a good sermon on occasion."
I have many recommendation of things to do while in Charleston, but today I'd like to share a place we visit every single year...
Magnolia Plantation was founded in 1676 by the Drayton family and has survived the centuries. It has witnessed the history of our nation from the American Revolution to the Civil War and beyond. It opened its doors to the visitors in 1870 now becoming the oldest public tourist site in the Lowcountry, and the oldest public gardens in America.
From the beautiful azaleas and camellias to the Monet like white bridges, it is an unforgettable experience to walk the gravel paths and if you look closely perhaps you will find the bench seat where John Drayton sat and composed his sermons before and during the Civil War.
Oh, June can not come quickly enough...
Mosaic Mondays with Little Red House
