and sometimes the lack of light makes my insides molder, but i can hear a small voice from the kitchen table as my boy draws and sings and makes himself a little bit at home.
and the mister wears tenderness like skin, and our church-family-soul-friends, we ache and yearn and revel together
and this God, this giant, rattling God, he loves, loves, loves me. fiercely. inexplicably.
and so even three-quarters frozen we flame with the wonder of Him.
loving this quote today:
'one who is truly an instrument of God's peace offers, in return for the injury, only one thing: pardon, remembering the millions of pounds he himself owed to the King, and how utterly he was pardoned.' (elisabeth elliot)
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So beautiful. As always, thanks for sharing, for allowing us to join the journey with you.
What kind of magic did you capture there with your lens?
And how did we get so lucky with these misters of ours? For serious.
Blazing with you in spirit today.
It's all about perspective, I reckon. You either have perfect perspective or fairy dust in your eyeball. Maybe both.
We'll be running around like half- naked Indians (Native Americans?) soon enough, eating popsicle after popsicle and complaining of sweaty armpits. I, for one, am going to move to the lake this summer. So don't expect to hear from me between Memorial Day and Labor Day. I love ya, Nic, but I'm moving to the lake.
The image is just, haunting. Lovely. I think a man looks so handsome in tenderness. Loved this.
uh that was ethereal...beautiful in all sense of the word. and that pic! gorgeousness:)
simply beautiful, Nic. we are neighbors today at imperfect prose. I always love coming here...should do it more often. i loved the photography and the picture you painted with your words. love that line, "he loves, loves, loves me. fiercely. inexplicably."
blessings in His grace,
Nacole
http://sixinthehickorysticks.blogspot.com/2012/01/cultivating-time-with-father-31-days-to.html
i have come back twice already to stare at that picture. and i'll probably be back later. :) you always manage to turn my eyes upside down and awaken my spirit to what is right in front of me. i love that. :)
Oh my goodness. What a gorgeous picture. Gorgeous. Stunning. Perfection.
beautiful words, beautiful photograph
this photo is rockin' my socks.
beautiful, nic. as always.
and praise jesus for tender misters.
happy weekend to you! xo
you have such a beautiful gift of words. and placing a scene with those words.
have a wonderful weekend!
and this God, this giant, rattling God, he loves, loves, loves me. fiercely. inexplicably.
and so even three-quarters frozen we flame with the wonder of Him.
weeping. how you minister to this old beat-up heart, dear nic. xo
"we flame with the wonder of Him."=) that quote, too, nic! i am going to share it. love to you all!
ah, the colors in that winter photo. beautiful.=)
and this God, this giant, rattling God, he loves, loves, loves me. fiercely. inexplicably.
and so even three-quarters frozen we flame with the wonder of Him.
I love all but this is special!
Hey Nic! I'm having a giveaway this week on my blog, would love for you to have a chance to win! :o)
Beautiful words beautiful photos
thank you for being my friend. your words mean so much--coming from you. knowing you're going through the hard, this inspires me so much, and helps me find the strength with which to love. xoxo
You know that I read and reread and just can't think of anything that needs saying.
xoxo
Such lovely and dreamy photos!
XO
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