Ah! the year is slowly dying,
And the wind in tree-top sighing,
Chant his requiem…
High in the air wild birds are calling,
Nature’s solemn hymn.
~Mary Weston Fordham
With lows in the teens and 20’s, the few things that had been hanging on have now perished along with their joyous songs of life. In their place after last week’s arctic blast more and more strains of “nature’s solemn hymn” can be heard. All is not lost, however. The change of melodies is a part of God’s grand design, and I find strength and hope in watching His plan play out each year. In fact on days when I feel really out of sorts, I’ve learned to go outside and find something to do even if I have to bundle up to accomplish it. It might be nothing more than refilling the bird feeders and making sure all the overwintering wildlife have water, but the time out there steadies my inner compass again. Feeling earth’s heartbeat and subsequently getting in step with its rhythms, also quells any sense of hopelessness brought on by the trials of life and the ongoing reports of a world torn by conflict and chaos. It’s like when I first felt my child move in my womb. I knew the sensation which felt like the wings of a butterfly barely grazing my uterus was the unmistakable touch of something sacred and right stirring inside me. The Lord’s movement in my inner life is much the same. It may be an ever so slight brush against my soul, but I know I’ve been touched by His loving Presence and am being held firmly in the arms of His grace regardless of what transpires with men gone mad.
See, the Sovereign LORD comes with power, and his arm rules for him. See, his reward is with him, and his recompense accompanies him. He tends his flock like a shepherd: He gathers the lambs in his arms and carries them close to his heart; he gently leads those that have young. ~Isaiah 40:10-11 ✝
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very well said. we are surrounded by miracles, as your picture shows 🙂
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Thank you. Miracles do indeed surround us all the time. Have a wonderful day. Blessings, Natalie 🙂
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thank you, Natalie 🙂
hugs! good night, Monica
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Indeed we are. May you find many of them in your day. Blessings, Natalie 🙂
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thank you, Natalie
have a great day!
Monica
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You are welcome, Monica. Thank you for visiting my blog. Blessings, Natalie 🙂
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Very beautiful, Natalie, words and photo.
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Thank you, Donna. I’m glad you enjoyed them. Blessings, Natalie 🙂
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The photo is absolutely lovely, Natalie. Beautiful words, too ~ Amelia 🙂
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Thank you, Amelia. I’m glad you enjoyed them. Blessings, Natalie 🙂
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Hi Natalie,
Miracles are around us everyday, some we see and others we don’t. Your photography is beautiful.
I am playing catch up with posting, I had gotten a virus on my PC and finally got it cleaned today, so far everything seems to be working!
Have a great evening,
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I’m glad you enjoy my photos, Michael, and I am so sorry you’ve been dealing with a virus. I hope all is well now. Blessings, Natalie 🙂
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Your posts are always excellent, and like Michael, I think your photos are great. Thanks for following my blog.
Blessings,
Tricia
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Why thank you, Tricia. I’m glad you enjoy both. I hope you’ve had a blessed day. Natalie 🙂
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