Mountain Meadow Mysteries
by Marijo Phelps We are in the middle of many years of drought in this part of Colorado. We've lived here 17 years and, actually, the only years I can remember we had significant rain were the years we built family homes (3 as my hubby is a builder) plus maybe one or two others. We can safely say that of the last 12 years 11 have been pretty serious drought. I was thinking about that and noticing the profusion of wild flowers in our yard that I didn't plant. Yes, on rainy years there are more and they are TALL from the rain but even this year we have about 12 different varieties in orange, red, yellow, blue, periwinkle, white and none of those count the flowering cactus. The following poem is what came out of this time of reflection on the beauty of God's creation. Mountain Meadow Mysteries This land of drought That thirsts for rain Is filled with wild flowers Still Paint brush orange Daisies ruffled yellow Purple asters up on the Hill Ph how my heart Overflows with Jesus Creator of it All Wondrous times Are blessed by You Walking summer meadows into Fall My blog is: http://myincrediblelord.blogspot.com/ (C) Marijo Phelps all rights reserved. Use with proper credits. About Self Saved by His grace in 1974, from 9 years of professing atheism into His loving arms. RN for 23 years, missionary with YWAM then statistical analyst for Every Home for Christ over 9 years. Living with my husband in the middle of a mountain meadow. GRIN! Wanting to spread the good news Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |
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