Inspired by . . . life thru my lens
I didn’t even have to open Laura’s book. Just seeing it laying there was all the encouragement I needed. Camera in hand, I headed outside.
We’ve had cold temperatures, rain, and in some places snow, here in south Texas. My spirit has been rubbing up against these four walls. Aching for a sunbeam to guide my way into His greater space.
So today I go. Despite the heaviness in my chest, caused by the very nature I seek.
Walk with me?
I’m drawn to the light. The way it dances around the edges of things. The way it changes what I see, and how I see it. Color, texture. Dark, light.
I’m drawn to the trees and their silent energy. When was the last time you just stopped, and touched a tree? Leaned against it . . . and listened?
Crazy? Maybe. But scripture tells us that “the whole creation groaneth and travaileth in pain” (Romans 8:22) If creation can groan, perhaps it can utter other sounds as well.
Do trees have a voice? You won’t know unless you listen.
“There is always music amongst the trees in the Garden, but our hearts must be very quiet to hear it.”
― Minnie Aumonier
The heaviness in my chest forced me back inside all too soon. Icky cedar fever.
Thank you for walking with me, friend.
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