It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.
Charles Dickens
Photo by Jean Pike
march days
Archive | March 2022
forever gifts
Come with me into the woods. Where spring is advancing, as it does, no matter what, not being singular or particular, but one of the forever gifts, and certainly visible.
Mary Oliver
Photo by Mark Wood
a single crocus
A single crocus blossom ought to be enough to convince our heart that springtime, no matter how predictable, is somehow a gift, gratuitous, gratis, a grace.
~ David Steindl-Rast
Photo: Marge McCoy
dove
Then he sent out a dove to see if the water had receded from the surface of the ground.
Genesis 8:8
Photo by Jean Pike
Lord Have Mercy
As the calendar moves closer to Easter, songs like this help us focus on renewal and restoration. We have a God willing to show us mercy. May we embrace His forgiveness and live in the warmth of His grace.
Lord Have Mercy
Jesus, I’ve forgotten the words that You have spoken
Promises that burned within my heart have now grown dim
With a doubting heart I follow the paths of earthly wisdom
Forgive me for my unbelief
Renew the fire again
[Chorus]
Lord have mercy
Christ have mercy
Lord have mercy on me
[Repeat]
I have built an altar where I worship things of men
I have taken journeys that have drawn me far from You
Now I am returning to Your mercies ever flowing
Pardon my transgressions
Help me love You again
[Repeat Chorus]
I have longed to know You & Your tender mercies
Like a river of forgiveness ever flowing without end
I bow my heart before You in the goodness of Your presence
Your grace forever shining
Like a beacon in the night
[Repeat Chorus]
Lyrics: Michael W. Smith
Audio: Stephen Sollars
Photo: Josie Rader
blessings
Do we miss blessings because they are not packaged as we expected?
Unknown
Photo by Diane Domigan
following Him
Following Him
O God, who considered my fallen state
and loved me still,
How proud and haughty, how reckless
the path of my stubborn will. . .
But You, who placed the flagstones
where my faltering feet need go.
Sought me with love that opened
blinded eyes; You loved me so.
As a bird set free, I fled
the cage that imprisoned me.
The light that shone on printed page
You sweetly shared with me.
Now we walk together, You and I,
as step by step, You guide.
As we walk on, oft times I stray,
while You so faithfully abide.
To follow where You gently lead,
the desire of my fickle heart —
Each time I stumble, You assure me,
We two will never, ever part.
Poem by Connie Faust
Photo by Diane Domigan
enough
“I have learned that to be with those I like is enough.”― Walt Whitman
Photo by Marge McCoy
the magic
The magic in new beginnings is truly the most powerful of them all.
Josiyah Martin
Photo by Marge McCoy
for flowers
For flowers that bloom
about our feet
for tender grass
so fresh, so sweet
for all things fair
we hear or see
Father in heaven
we thank thee!
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Photo by Aaron Lazar
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