“The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases; his mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.” ~ Lamentations 3:22-23
In the warmer weather, early morning finds me on my porch swing, sipping coffee, listening to the birds, and communing with my Lord and Savior. My Bible and devotional books sit beside me in a big tote bag. I find that having them collected and at the ready saves me trying to gather what I need. I have my reading glasses on and a pen in my hand. These moments of peace and quietude are the best part of every day.
From my vantage point I see many green trees in the distance, and among them, is one branch barren of all leaves. This is the area I focus on. Birds of all types land on these branches and begin the morning by preening their feathers. I’ve come to realize that as they preen they are vulnerable to hidden predators, the leafless branches give them a better view of possible threats. Most folks would think this branch an eyesore and a needless part of the tree, but it serves a great purpose for the birds and also gives me many minutes of enjoyment as I watch the early morning grooming of feathers and beaks.
These photos are a part of Skywatch Friday.New Jersey, USA
These Gerbera Daisies were found on a salvage table at a produce stand. Broken, insect-eaten, leaves riddled with tears and browning edges, they were one step away from the compost bin. I gathered them up and with a bit of Tender-Loving-Care, a larger pot, and fresh soil, they began to thrive in a matter of days.
I’m reminded of how Christ Jesus rescued me from the salvage table of sin and made me a new creation in Him. In His Tender-Loving-Care my old nature is washed away and changed into a brand new thing by His cleansing power.
“Thank you Lord Jesus for your love and care for me. Amen.”
Late winter/early spring often finds me walking with camera in hand, taking photographs of nature as God awakens the earth from sleep. This year, as I walked, in the distance, across a creek, I spotted this gnarled tree, glowing like a finely carved castle in the light. I jumped that small body of water, without taking into account that I am near sixty years old now. Thankfully, I made it over and was able to get a close-up look and photograph of the tree. It obviously was the resting place of a small animal. The leaves were gathered in the dark recesses, a dry bed for a tiny animal on winter nights. I am reminded that the same God who provides for creatures large and small watches over me and is my Deliverer in times of trouble.
Photographed at Alcyon Lake Park in Pitman, New Jersey