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Showing posts from August, 2012


The blue fescue grass is looking old, weary and battered by the winter cold and dry. But the days are getting warming. Reflection: Psalm 9: 9-10 The Message (MSG) "God's a safe-house for the battered, a sanctuary during bad times. The moment you arrive, you relax; you're never sorry you knocked."

Work of his fingers

Our camellias are doing great this year.  Walking about the garden recently  - not this weekend, though my back is much better, because it's blowing a gale and the temperatures have plummeted. I spotted this one, unusual because the rest of the flowers on the bush are white with just a pink edge like the one below. One of a kind. Reflection: Psalm 8:3-4 New International Version (NIV) "When I consider your heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars, which you have set in place, what is mankind that you are mindful of them, human beings that you care for them?"

Wild chase

As expected the August winds have arrived, blowing away the sneak peek at Spring.  And my back is playing up so no church today, just rugged up inside reading a book.  So this week you get the dead leaf image so joyously discarded last week, but we know it is only a temporary set back. Reflection: Psalm 7:1, 17 (The Message) "God! God! I am running to you for dear life; the chase is wild ... I'm thanking God, who makes things right. I'm singing the fame of heaven-high God."

Sweet relief

I have been moaning and groaning this week.  The winter is long.  The weather is chill.  The clouds are dulling the sun.  And there are the August winds to get stronger yet. And then today the clouds cleared, the weather a warm 15C. After church we packed a picnic, went to the lake and basked in the mild sunshine. Even the winds slowed to a brisk breeze. Then a stroll around the garden and instead of looking for moaning groaning photos of dead leaves I found the sweet fragrance of violets and early daffodils nodding their heads in the warmth. Reflection: Psalm 6:6 New International Version (NIV) "I am worn out from my groaning."