New Life

A light rain washed the dust and pollen off the world this morning.

Looking at the drops of life on these petals through my camera's feels like He put them there just for me.

Truly...who am I?

Does the rain have a father?  Who fathers the drops of dew?
Job 38:25

How can it be?  I know my thoughts.  He knows them even better.  Yet he loves me?  He wants me?  I am precious to him?

Indeed, the very hairs of your head are all numbered.  Don't be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows.
Luke 12:7

Unbelievable.  Incomprehensible.  


aknaturegirl  – (6/01/2009 12:19:00 PM)  

I really love this message and you inspire me in all that you find His message and beauty! Thanks! :-)

Seppuku  – (6/01/2009 12:35:00 PM)  

I was just noticing how pretty your roses were this morning. Great photos!

:) Marisa

Mel  – (6/02/2009 09:21:00 AM)  

Your post reminded me of my favorite Helen Steiner Rice Poem, I Saw God Wash The World Last Night

Hilty Sprouts  – (6/03/2009 11:28:00 PM)  

Stunning photos! Love the roses!

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