Showing posts with label flowers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label flowers. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Isaiah 40:8


"The grass withers and the flowers fall,
but the word of our God stands forever."
                                -Isaiah 40:8

Friday, April 29, 2011

Hello Spring


See! The winter is past; 
the rains are over and gone. 
Flowers appear on the earth; 
the season of singing has come, 
the cooing of doves is heard in our land." 
                   -Song of Songs 2:11-12

Monday, January 17, 2011

Dance


And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
I hope you dance.
            -Lee Ann Womack, I Hope You Dance

Thursday, January 13, 2011

Matthew 6


 "Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more than food and the body more than clothes? Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your Heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life? 


And why do you worry about clothes? See how the flowers of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. If that is how God clothes the grass of the fields, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will He not much more clothe you-- you of little faith? 


So do not worry, saying 'What shall we eat? What shall we drink? What shall we wear?' For the pagans run after all these things and your Heavenly Father knows that you need them. But seek first His kingdom and His righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own."
                      --Matthew 6:25-34

Thursday, November 18, 2010

Picked With Love

          


















I am the lover's gift; I am the wedding wreath;
I am the memory of a moment of happiness;
I am the last gift of the living to the dead;
I am a part of joy and a part of sorrow.
            -Khalil Gibran, Song of the Flower