TGIF

I got to work and Sandy was on the phone with her sister.  She's somewhere in Indiana I think.  She was saying it was 44 degrees that morning.  BRRRRR!!!

Here's what I had to deal with.....

~Check out some Florida Wildflowers~

My boss would probably pop a vein if he knew I was playing photographer on his time.

I can't help but take a few minutes out of the daily grind and appreciate the beauty that surrounds me.

It helps me to remember that God is there and still in controll

A Severe Mercy

When I read this excerpt written by Sheldon Vanauken, words failed me.

He remembered as though it were a few days ago, that winter night, long ago, himself too young to know the meaning of beauty when he had looked up at the delicate tracery of bare black branches against the icy glittering stars; Suddenly something that was, all at once, pain and longing and adoring had welled up inside him, almost choking him. He had wanted to tell someone, but he had no words, inarticulate in the pain and glory. It was long afterwards that he realized it had been his first aesthetic experience. That nameless something that stopped his heart was Beauty.

I too have experienced these moments. Sitting alone with God. No words, just silence. Pretty cool.

In silence, we listen to ourselves, and in quietude, we may even hear the voice of God.

~Maya Angelou~

WHAT'S YOUR SIGN?

As I passed a construction site the other day a sign read

Please excuse our mess

I of course got thinking about the world and what a mess it's in.

I include myself and all my shortcomings. I fail God miserably, all the time.

If I were God I would have gone back on my promise not to wipe the world out again with a flood. I would have taken away all the rainbows. I would start over and made something a little more obedient than man.

Anyway, I came up with a sign of my own.

About that same time I found a prayer Rev. Joe Wright read. Pretty cool stuff.