Cradled in Tree Hands
Canon 5D Mark ll, 70-200 2.8L, 200mm focal length, 6.3 aperture, 1/320th shutter, 100 ISO
From the other side of the world, where she dances while we sleep, He beckons her to shine on us again. She obeys His bidding, morning after morning. She will not be held back. She will come, and she will rise. The trees endeavor to hold her with spindly fingers aching for her essence. She shines right through them, outlining elegant lines that reach toward heaven. How they long for the beginning, before they felt the ache. Before the pain. She comes and brings her morning. Joy. Hope. New mercies.
Glimmering through my sleepy house, I smile at her reflection, grateful. I cannot begin to understand the beauty that must radiate out of the One who makes her. He has given her a glint of His own glory and we marvel. We turn our faces to this sun, feel her warmth, soak in her light, and we wonder at the One who not only threw her into space with a word from His creator-lips, but who now choreographs her every movement. Every day.
I see you, Father. I see you in your sunrise. Thank you.
Hosea 6:3 ~”Let us acknowledge the LORD; let us press on to acknowledge him As surely as the sun rises, he will appear;”
Psalm 65:8 ~”The whole earth is filled with awe at your wonders; where morning dawns, where evening fades, you call forth songs of joy.”
As Surely as the Sun Rises
Framed Warmth
Sleepy House Awaken
4 Comments
2nd image should be in your calender images.
Really great thoughts as well . . . “I cannot begin to understand the beauty that must radiate out of the One who makes her.” – I wonder that same thought often.
I love this so much.
HOW BEAUTIFUL. Love the pics and love the words. Thank you.
Once again, this is a beautiful daily devotion page.