Hope Whispering
Canon 5D Mark ll, 100mm macro 2.8, 2.8 aperture, 1/80 shutter, 500 ISO
Sometimes the rain closes in. No inspiring light, no singing birds. Winter lingers longer than I want her to. Head heavy and heart tired, I sleep. When I wake, what light was there is nearly gone. I sigh.
Peering out my window I see them. The first Dogwood blossoms of Spring. Their little faces contrasted brightly against the bleak and rainy woods. I can almost hear them whispering. “Don’t give up. Spring is coming. She is almost here.”
I throw back the covers and grab my camera, hoping to capture them before the light slips away. They are sweet, but wild, these Dogwood blossoms, their branches twisting this way and that. Untamed beauty, they were growing here when we built our home. They were announcing the coming of Spring before we were here to hear them. They do it because it is what they were made to do. They worship the Creator God every year this time, whispering, singing, and then when in full bloom, shouting of His faithfulness, of His Glory.
If you are tired, hold on. Spring is coming. She is almost here.
Happy Sunday everyone.
Isaiah 55:12 ~”You will go out in joy and be led forth in peace; the mountains and hills will burst into song before you, and all the trees of the field will clap their hands.”
Messengers of Spring
Bright Faces
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