And old and chill is the wintry blast;
Though the cloudy sky is still cloudier growing, and dead leaves tell that the summer has passed;
My face I hold to the stormy heaven,
My heart is calm as the summer sea,
Glad to receive what my God has given,
Whate’er it be.
When I feel the cold, I can say, “He sends it,”
And His winds blow blessing, I surely know;
For I’ve never a want but that He attends it;
And my heart beats warm, though the winds may blow.
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linking to week 5 of Festival of Leaves
linking to Festival of Leaves for week #2
He fills His hands with lightning and commands it to strike its mark..
God’s voice thunders in marvelous ways,
He does great things beyond our understanding.
Job 36:32, 37:5
His ways are not our ways. As I observe my little sphere of the world I am in awe of the beauty in our little back yard. I hope I don’t tire you out from my backyard tales. But each day I am eager to see what’s new, what flower has bloomed, what vegetable has taken off. I am thankful for these simple adventures in gardening.