grace

Grace grows best in winter.

Samuel Rutherford

Photo by Marge McCoy

useful

“Not everything worth keeping has to be useful.”
― Cynthia Lord

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Turn Your Eyes Upon Jesus

Turn Your Eyes Upon Jesus

O soul, are you weary and troubled?
No light in the darkness you see?
There’s light for a look at the Savior,
And life more abundant and free.

Turn your eyes upon Jesus,
Look full in His wonderful face,
And the things of earth will grow strangely dim,
In the light of His glory and grace.

His Word shall not fail you, He promised;
Believe Him and all will be well;
Then go to a world that is dying,
His perfect salvation to tell!

Turn your eyes upon Jesus,
Look full in His wonderful face,
And the things of earth will grow strangely dim,
In the light of His glory and grace.

Lyrics and Music: Helen Howarth Lemmel (1863 – 1961)

Photo: Marge McCoy

a cold wind

“A cold wind was blowing from the north, and it made the trees rustle like living things.”
― George R.R. Martin, 

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wonders

Many, Lord my God, are the wonders You have done, the things You planned for us. None can compare with You; were I to speak and tell of Your deeds, they would be too many to declare.

Psalm 40:5 (NIV)

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borrowed

“One of the things that has always attracted me to abandoned locations is the austere beauty of the neglected or forgotten. The textures, colors, shadows, and lines speak of a life once lived within the confines, and the absence is as empty as it is filled. I can feel the wheel of time turn within these places as nature takes back what was only borrowed, infiltrating the cracks and seams with the tendrils of her vine-fingers, while spray painting the surfaces with moss, mold, and dirt.”
― Mike Correll

Photo by Cheryl Cook

every gardener

Every gardener knows that under the cloak of winter lies a miracle… a seed waiting to sprout, a bulb opening to the light, a bud straining to unfurl. And the anticipation nurtures our dream.

Barbara Winkler

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one single friend

“A single rose can be my garden… a single friend, my world.”

Leo Buscaglia

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power and strength

“He gives power to the weak and strength to the powerless.”

Isaiah 40:29

Photo by Jean Pike

‘Tis Winter Now

‘Tis Winter Now; the Fallen Snow

‘Tis winter now; the fallen snow
has left the heavens all coldly clear;
through leafless boughs the sharp winds blow,
and all the earth lies dead and drear.

And yet God’s love is not withdrawn;
his life within the keen air breathes;
his beauty paints the crimson dawn,
and clothes each branch with glittering wreaths.

And though abroad the sharp winds blow,
and skies are chill, and frosts are keen,
home closer draws her circle now,
and warmer glows her light within.

O God, you give the winter’s cold,
as well as summer’s joyous rays,
you warmly in your love enfold,
and keep us through life’s wintry days.

Author: Samuel Longfellow (1819–1892) An American clergyman and hymn writer. He was the younger brother of the poet, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.

Tune: Danby (English Traditional Melody)

Photo: Bob McCoy