We celebrate Martin Luther King, Jr. Day today in the United States.
I was wrapped up under a blanket on the couch this morning ignoring my dog’s pleas to go outside (it was 14º with wind and snow flurries), when I came across Bishop Michael B. Curry’s MLK Day keynote address airing live on Facebook. Bishop Curry began by quoting Jeremiah 17:8:
“For he will be like a tree planted by the water,
That extends its roots by a stream
And will not fear when the heat comes;
But its leaves will be green,
And it will not be anxious in a year of drought
Nor cease to yield fruit.”
Thank you for your patience as I took a break from the blog. The last 18 months have taken me too much away from writing and photography, and while I won’t blog weekly as I used to, I do want to begin again, anew for the new year, the new decade.
I’ve changed the tagline up there at the top of the blog: Exploring the Nature of God. Every now and then, when there are pictures or words I think you’d enjoy, I’ll share them here. Mostly, I hope to bring a little more light into your life through this blog, beginning with this morning’s sunrise. These are from my cell phone, shot quickly so as not to miss the light.
For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven. — Ecclesiastes 3:1
When I created this blog in February 2011, I had no idea where it would take me and how many wonderful readers I would get to meet along the way. The last seven years have been full of adventures both in real life and in this virtual space. I published a book, and the seeds of another book (someday?) took root right here in this space.
The first part of this year has been challenging for me, nothing more than “first world” problems, but daunting nonetheless. Continue reading →
I heard the crashing of a deer through the woods, spooked by the dog and me meandering around our back yard. Because I had seen a doe and tiny, wobbly fawn up the street earlier that morning, I peered into the woods.
Right near the edge where lawn ends and woods begin, the neighbor’s yard crew dumps grass clippings every week. I gasped (and then dashed inside to grab my camera):
The smallest fawn I’ve ever seen
Sometimes, you don’t have to look very far to experience something magical.