Thursday, March 22, 2012

Let the
glory of the

LORD

rise among us.

 Nothing
compares




 to the          promise                 I have                  in You.

The steadfast love of the Lord

never ceases, 

His mercies never come to an end.
 They are new every morning,

new every morning.



Great is thy faithfulness,
oh, Lord. 

Great
 is thy faithfulness. 


After work, on the way home tonight… a torrential downpour, lightning and thunder against dark skies.  I recognized kids from the high school track team out for a run and caught in the storm.  I stopped to pick them all up and take them back to school.  My back seat was puddle to say the least… but they were grateful… and safe.  And then, this gift as I arrived home.  His promise… no rainbows without the storms. (and yes, I pluralized both of them on purpose.)

6 comments:

  1. Oh, such loveliness! The pictures, your words - and your sweet action in picking up those kids. How blessed they all are to have you as an invested parent!!

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    1. It was one of those scary storms... but they were having fun in it! Thanks for dropping by Diana =)

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  2. So much promise opening ... such beauty.

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    1. It's just amazing, isn't it? Such beauty all around us. What gifts he gives =)

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  3. You are sweet and beautiful!

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    1. Hi Ayala =) Thank you for such lovely words! A gift to me!

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