Tuesday, June 5, 2012

Morning Fog

After my garden was in, I couldn't resist frequent visits! Every evening we sat in the garden after I had watered. Every weekend morning I was drawn outside early to inspect any small change. One morning, just after dawn, I ventured out into the fog, which was hanging like wispy curtains a little ways in the distance. The whippoorwills were still singing after their all-night chorus! In this beautiful setting I stood silently, listening.

Job 12:7-10

New International Version (NIV)
7 “But ask the animals, and they will teach you,
or the birds in the sky, and they will tell you;
8 or speak to the earth, and it will teach you,
or let the fish in the sea inform you.
9 Which of all these does not know
that the hand of the Lord has done this?
10 In his hand is the life of every creature
and the breath of all mankind.

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