Spring is finally here...
"So--who is like me? Who holds a candle to me?" says The Holy. Look at the night skies: Who do you think made all this? Who marches this army of stars out each night, counts them off, calls each by name-so magnificent! so powerful!-and never overlooks a single one? Why would you ever complain, saying, "GOD has lost track of me. He doesn't care what happens to me"? Don't you know anything? Haven't you been listening? GOD doesn't come and go. God lasts. He's Creator of all you can see or imagine. He doesn't get tired out, doesn't pause to catch his breath. And he knows everything, inside and out. He energizes those who get tired, gives fresh strength to dropouts. For even young people tire and drop out, young folk in their prime stumble and fall. But those who wait upon GOD get fresh strength. They spread their wings and soar like eagles, They run and don't get tired, they walk and don't lag behind." Isaiah 40 [The Message]
"So--who is like me? Who holds a candle to me?" says The Holy. Look at the night skies: Who do you think made all this? Who marches this army of stars out each night, counts them off, calls each by name-so magnificent! so powerful!-and never overlooks a single one? Why would you ever complain, saying, "GOD has lost track of me. He doesn't care what happens to me"? Don't you know anything? Haven't you been listening? GOD doesn't come and go. God lasts. He's Creator of all you can see or imagine. He doesn't get tired out, doesn't pause to catch his breath. And he knows everything, inside and out. He energizes those who get tired, gives fresh strength to dropouts. For even young people tire and drop out, young folk in their prime stumble and fall. But those who wait upon GOD get fresh strength. They spread their wings and soar like eagles, They run and don't get tired, they walk and don't lag behind." Isaiah 40 [The Message]
posted by Bethany at 12:21 PM
4 Comments:
When are we heading to Bryan-College Station?
Those tulips are gorgeous!
Way to acknowledge the power of this fantastic season. I absolutely love Spring. I always have but now that I've been here in this bitter winter, I love it so much more. I do miss the wild flowers from back home and there will be no Tulips around here. However, I will still think of Him and thank Him for new beginnings and fresh life.
I completely agree Curtis, Spring has a whole new meaning when it comes on the tail end of bitter winter. It makes me think about Father and how all of it is His work.
Melissa- the tulips were much prettier when you were here with them ;)
Justin- heck yes, anytime.
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