I’d wished the bedraggled flower stems would blow away.
Hours later in the morning light,
Frozen in fog they were breathtaking.
As I marveled I saw frozen breath swirling,
And imagined God laughing with me.
“His way is in the whirlwind and the storm, and clouds are the dust of his feet.” Nahum 1:3 (NIV)
Trees sweeping skies
Nature’s live show
“The wind blows wherever it pleases. You hear its sound, but you cannot tell where it comes from or where it is going. So it is with everyone born of the Spirit.” John 3:8 (NIV)
Images and verse (except for Scripture) (c) 2018 Eva Lambert for What Next, Behind Roo’s Ruse, Div. Rapture Practice! Pub.