It is his first snow.
“Daddy, the ground is all gone!”
“Son, it will come back.”
What has been will be again, what has been done will be done again; there is nothing new under the sun.
He has made everything beautiful in its time.
Ecclesiastes 1:9; 3:11
Maybe you are right.
Maybe you have it all wrong.
Only time will tell.
“It is a new year.
Let me really mess this up. “
Said no one ever.
Up before the dawn
Just God, me and a warm fire.
#tooblessedtobestressed
On the snow-fogged peak
the lonely evergreens smile.
Such emptiness. Joy!
“How large is too large?”
said the wise, soaring eagle.
The gnat said, “How small?”
A Christmas village
Somewhere in Betty’s basement.
So, “Norman Rockwell.”
This joy that I have,
the world can’t take it away
It belongs to God.
You will go out in joy and be led forth in peace;
Isaiah 55:12a
You know, brain swamping?
When you’re open to ideas,
just not nothin’ new.
Like many a porch,
but with something so much more.
Christmas and roses.
