Song of Solomon 2:11-12 “For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone; the flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land;”

There is nothing so beautiful to the senses than the smell of fresh rain and the sound of birds chirping on a Sunday morning.  At this time of year when flowers are blooming, wildlife is playful, and birds are building nests for their young, may we be reminded that God’s hand can be seen in the details of our lives just as in nature.

Photo Credit: Michelle Fugate, Lexington, KY

Fotosearch

Our growing family had outgrown the ranch-style house we called home. A two-story, home was our long, awaited destination. This suburban house seemed tailor-made for our needs. Floor-to-ceiling windows released our minds from the confines of the indoors. And the neighbors had a botanical garden in full view from upstairs – a feast for the eyes!

A typical day was interrupted when Monarch butterflies cascaded up the side of our home in full view through our new, huge windows. Next door, they engulfed a bush, in our neighbor’s yard – a ‘butterfly bush’.

The kids and I ditched our schoolbooks in search of the obvious!

While our children were caught up in the wonders of creation, I was caught up in the heart of our Creator. When the Lord directed us to buy this home and enabled the purchase – He knew! The former owner would build-on, adding windows to bring the outside into our classroom of a home. He knew – creation’s rhythm would send waves of Monarchs over us. He knew our quiet neighbor would plant this rare bush to attract them . He knew, we have a little boy, with a big net and bigger dreams of studying insects – entomology – as a man. [Read more...]

I am a list maker. It can’t be helped. I keep track of life through pages and pages of notebooks and to-do lists and half- used journals. Upon our recent move, I was faced with three, yes three full boxes of  leather bound tomes to lug to our new apartment. The movers might have given me a few eye rolls, but these babies are my treasures! Here’s why: I will never scrapbook. I get itchy just thinking about how to print my bazillion photos from the last 12 years. How on earth could I ever catch up and write stories and create borders to match at this point? I can’t. I’ve tried.

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