Thursday, August 4, 2011

That Still Small Voice

It's funny how it goes.  
I've never been more filled with the grace of God, but it's "stuck" inside of me...  
I go to write, 
and I smile, 
lift my hands from the keyboard 
and fold them on my lap.  
I truly have so much to say, but don't know where to start.

Perhaps that is why I love winter.
Winter slows you the speed of life.

My life is ordered by survival.

By peaceful surroundings.

Evenings by the woodstove makes you grateful for the land around you.

And what it provides.

You see God's handiwork in every blink of an eye.
 And hear His still small voice, whispering to you across the snow covered fields.

Until tomorrow, enjoying this summer day, God willing.


mountain mama said...

yes, i have never been more greatful for anything as i was sitting around a woodstove in idaho last winter, i understand.

i LOVE the picture of the horses!

OurCrazyFarm said...

Beautiful photos!

You almost have me looking forward to snow again:)) Love the little cabin!

Dreaming said...

Beautiful pictures and sentiments. The snow is a lovely reminder and makes this hot day feel cooler!

Sherry Sutherby said...

Thanks everyone. I think it cooled me off just posting this...~:) Terri (from OCF) this little building is my Wee House...where we hold the worship each Wednesday.

Patty said...

Beautiful! Photos and words.