Dogwood Shadows
'Then the disciples went back to their homes. But Mary stood weeping outside the tomb, and as she wept she stooped to look into the tomb.'
John 20:10,11
Easter morning, early. I am sitting on the deck, enjoying the shade of trees I did not plant and songs from birds I do not feed. Well, sometimes I feed them. Good Friday's rain released the last Dogwood petals. So, I gather a few and bring them inside. Hanging on the hutch door, a small sign catches my eye. It reads- believe.
I wonder, what was Mary thinking as she stooped to look into the tomb that morning?
I am grateful for eyesight, but I know I can't always trust it. My eyes see one week of gas in the car and two weeks until payday. Fear is a hard taskmaster.
The testimony of Easter-
I am grateful for eyesight, but I know I can't always trust it. My eyes see one week of gas in the car and two weeks until payday. Fear is a hard taskmaster.
The testimony of Easter-
with God all things are possible.
Dogwood petal
I will pray that God meets all your needs and stretches the gas in your car until the next paycheck!
ReplyDeleteThank you! I am a firm believer in the power of prayer.
DeleteNot wanting to be simplistic, but, your pictures are worth a thousand words.
ReplyDeleteSo, did you run out of gas? Have to stay home? Catch a ride with a friend? Cycle to work?
ReplyDeleteLike the widow's oil, it kept going... until payday. Praise God!
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