Loving Arms

There's something about this picture that comforts me.

Solid

Warm

Home

Like being held in a loving father's arms.

I took this photo of my husband's studio

on October 5th 

after a light dusting of snow.

It was the first snow of the season.
No snowfall since.

It's so dry here. 

We badly need moisture.

A fire started October 9 in nearby 
Rocky Mountain National Park.
and has burned over 3,000 acres. 

It's 88% contained now.

We were under pre-evacuation notice for awhile. 

One structure was lost in the Park.

No lives were lost. 

Thank God for that.

Now my mind shifts to another barrenness;
A dryness of the soul.
 I think about the grieving in Newtown, Connecticut.

And I pray that my Heavenly Father will quench those 

thirsty

grieving

hearts

as only He can.

That He will hold them in His loving arms.

Life is fragile.

So 

fragile.

“Show me, Lord, my life’s end

    and the number of my days;

    let me know how fleeting my life is.

You have made my days a mere handbreadth;

    the span of my years is as nothing before You.

Everyone is but a breath,

    even those who seem secure."

Psalm 39:4-5

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Today I'm sharing with

Gentle Comfort

So many of our friends are in the midst of trials right now: the loss of loved ones or illness,  financial difficulties or broken relationships. These images and thoughts are especially for those who are hurting today. May God's love light shine on you and give you strength and comfort.

"Beautiful light is born of darkness, so the faith that springs from conflict is often the strongest and the best." -- R. Turnbull

It was a happy thought to bring 
To the dark season's frost and rime 
This painted memory of spring, 
This dream of summertime.

John Greenleaf Whitter -- From his poem "Flowers in the Winter"

As lilies fair from the foul mud grow, 
So oft it is with good men below;
In daily life they absorb the pure,
And the adverse elements endure;
And rise, through grace, to a higher sphere,
Their hearts in heaven, and their root down here.

Joseph Horatio Chant from his poem "Water Lily"
Watercolor by artist Dennis Reinke

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