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Blessings Like Rain ~ Farewell Until I Mend

A cluster of raindrops on one of my iris leaves ~ it almost forms the shape of a treble clef

A cluster of raindrops on one of my iris leaves ~ it almost forms the shape of a treble clef

Thanks very much for the outpouring of well wishes after yesterday’s announcement about my surgery.  My recovery will require that I stay off computers for about two months, but since I want this to work, I will fully comply with doctor’s orders!

This last post, before I temporarily retire from blogging, is for you.  Until we meet up again in Blog-Land, receive this simple blessing of farewell and the special photo above just for you.

Blessings Like Rain

May God’s blessings pour like rain
On everything you do
May God’s melodies sustain
In all life puts you through

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“For the earth which drinks in the rain that often comes upon it, and bears herbs useful for those by whom it is cultivated, receives blessing from God”
Hebrews 6:7

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*I will miss ‘you all’ very much.  Thanks for your friendship, encouragement and prayers.

Farewell until I mend!

Blessings, always

Sue

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*I will continue to read your posts and respond to comments through the weekend only, but as I stated yesterday, will have much time while I am off to pray for any of your needs.

Poem and photo by Sue Nash/ © 2014

 

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Subtle Gospel Message Portrayed ~ Flowering Dogwoods

Dogwood Portrait

Dogwood Portrait

Drive or stroll past the woods in Mississippi during spring and you are sure to find flowering dogwood.  Although very lovely, like the trees on which they grow, their blossoms are comparatively timid.  Partial shade-loving, dogwoods grow best hidden under the shadows of their larger woodland companions.

The forested landscapes near my home are currently speckled with white dogwoods.  However, to get these close-up photos of the flowers, I needed a tree with low-lying branches.  Unfortunately, most of them were above my reach, but after diligent search, I found one that cooperated.

Dogwood Cross

Dogwood Cross

Legend has it that the Romans used wood from dogwood to make the cross of Christ, but the story has no Scriptural support. However, the blooms lend themselves nicely to the tale and certainly have a hint of the Passion.

Consider the cross shape of the flowers with blood-like stains on their edges, their fluted striations resembling stripes and the wounded appearance of the petal ends.  It does make for convincing comparisons to the account of how Jesus died. 

Subtle Hints

Subtle Hints

The dogwood legend is likely just that.  However, blooming as they do around Easter, the flowers will always remind me of the cross.  Within them, there is a subtle hint of the Gospel message.

Subtle Gospel Message Portrayed

Hidden dogwood tree,
Boldly lower your branches.
Reveal your story;
For the lost, don’t take chances. 

Although just legend,
Golgotha’s wood was yours,
It’s worth repeating,
Since nobody knows for sure.

Revisit the tale
About your lovely flowers.
How cross-like they form
Amid gentle spring showers.

Blooms that hint of Christ;
His Passion, of which we’ve heard.
Petals bearing wounds,
Reminding what He endured.

So, tell it once more;
Dying onlookers to sway.
A portrait of Him;
Subtle gospel you portray.

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“But He was wounded for our transgressions, He was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon Him; and with His stripes we are healed.”
Isaiah 53:5

Dogwood B&W

Dogwood B&W

Words and photos by Sue Nash/ © 2014

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Chiseled in Stone ~ Look Closer, Don’t Dismiss the Elderly

Old stone cross in local, historic cemetery

Old stone cross in local, historic cemetery

The closer I get
The more a masterpiece you appear

Looking back at them
How replete with memories are your years

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At a cursory glance, you seem chiseled in stone, of rock quarried from ancient ruins.  Your body weathered, as a once stately elm now tattered from the storms.

To get to know you seems pointless; the path to your heart long trodden, too hardened to trespass.  Your aged years seem to have finalized the need for further discourse.

All too quickly, then, I summarize and dismiss you.  My conclusions cause me to walk away, seeking friendship with a more vibrant sort.

It is only by drawing nearer that I see more.

Close up of the lovely etched flower

Close up of the lovely etched flower

There are subtle colors forged into your withered front.  There is a fluidity of joy beneath the frozen surface of your countenance.  There is a fire of enthusiasm smoldering silently within.

A lifetime of memories lie etched in every wrinkled line, wanting to break free from their dormant cocoon.  Waiting for someone to draw them out.  Longing for someone to listen and understand.

“Counsel in the heart of man is like deep water; but a man of understanding will draw it out.
Proverbs 20:5

Words and photos by Sue Nash © 2014

The Sweetest Things ~ Hugs and Kisses From Heaven

A tulip for your sweetness

Tulips for your sweetness

Sometimes, when you are in the midst of suffering or sadness, the sweetest things happen.  Several such things have occurred during this time of semi-convalescence due to my pain and vertigo.

Yesterday, I had an injection in my neck.  Spinal injections don’t always help and can initially exacerbate the pain, but since I had one a couple of years ago that worked, I decided to try one again.  I’m avoiding the alternative, a three level cervical fusion, like the plague!

The sweet things started before I even left for the shot.

Sweet indeed

My mom called to assure me she was praying and to say she loves me.  She is one of those early rising, fervent prayer warriors, so I don’t take her prayers lightly.  Her presence and love for me is sweet indeed.

Snugly sweet

Right after I got home from having the procedure, my little Maltese seemed to know something was wrong.  He may have smelled the lingering clinic odors on my clothing.  Although not normally a lap dog, he suddenly wanted up in my chair to sweetly snuggle.

Unexpected sweet thing

My son randomly text-ed to apologize for something and to remind me that he loves me.  Sadly, as our children get older we hear from them less often.  To receive an unexpected apology and acknowledgment of my son’s love was a very sweet thing.

Totally sweet things

Friends have text-ed, emailed and blogged to check on me and let me know they are praying.  This includes many of you, which is totally sweet.

Always sweet

My husband has been a trooper throughout this and all the many other times I have struggled, starting with my back surgeries many years ago.  To this day, he still does the majority of the housework.  I try never to take him for granted.  He is always so sweet.

The sweetest thing

These displays of sweetness overwhelm and warm my heart.  However, since God is in control and works all things out for our good, the sweet things are really from Him.  Our acts of kindness are but the conduits of His sweetness.  They are like hugs and kisses from heaven.

His love and tender care for us is by far the sweetest thing.

“The Lord is good to all: and His tender mercies are over all His works.”
Psalm 145:9

*My thanks to all of you for your thoughtfulness and prayers. I am getting better!
Sue Nash/2014

Focused on a Sunset ~ Surprised by God’s Glory

Sunset reflections

Sunset reflections

Right after my husband and I arrived at our recent Gulf Shores beach destination, we witnessed the most beautiful sunset.  The scattered clouds turned rosy from the sun’s glow, and their reflection in the gentle ebb of the tide was mesmerizing. 

Sunset glow

Sunset glow ~ my favorite of these sunset shots

I could focus on nothing else.

Sunset end ~  I liked how this shot showed the tide receding

Sunset end ~ I liked how this shot showed the tide receding

The scene was so mesmerizing, in fact, that I was unaware of something else going on behind me.

Our helpful fisherman ~ taken with a high ISO, making it look like daylight

Our helpful fisherman ~ taken with a high ISO, making it look like daylight

Had it not been for a nearby fisherman’s suggestion that I turn around, I might have missed a wonderful surprise.

Moonrise first glimpse

Moonrise first glimpse

Turning, I discovered yet another display of God’s glory.

The sun was gone and darkness had settled, as I caught my first glimpse of a brilliant, full moon rising on the opposite horizon.  Although I do not have a strong enough zoom to do it justice, the size and color of the moon against the then dusky blue sky was amazing.

Sometimes we get so focused on one thing or one problem that we miss something marvelous God is doing in another area of our lives.  We forget that behind the scenes, He is working tediously on prayer needs for which we have prayed fervently.

Like the fisherman had to get me to turn around to see the gorgeous moon, we need to allow the Holy Spirit to direct our focus from our limited view to the grand picture; of the spectacular things He is doing, often right before our eyes.  To see past the temporal to the eternal.

We need to ask God to show us His glory.

Show me Your glory
Exodus 33:18

I will share more moon shots in my next post. 

© Sue Nash/2014

 

Yearning for Spring to Hurry

My clematis blooms from spring to early summer

My Clematis blooms from spring to early summer

Dreadful, dreary,
  Winter weary.
Yearning, wishing
Spring would hurry!

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I agree with Solomon; seriously ready for winter to pass!

“For lo, the winter is past,
The rain is over and gone.
The flowers appear on the earth;
The time of singing has come”
Song of Songs 2:11, 12

I'm handling the cold about as well as my cactus that accidentally got left outside this winter

I’m handling the cold about as well as my cactus that was accidentally left outside this winter

© Sue Nash 2014

Every Day ~ God is There

This solitary duck looked absorbed in the peacefulness of the morning

This solitary duck looked absorbed in the peacefulness of the morning

Every morning
When I awake,
I find You there .
Your presence is comforting,
And I breathe in Your love. 

As I start my day
And rush off
To who knows where,

I hear You whisper.
Your constancy is reassuring,
And I rely on Your help. 

When the evening winds down
And I’ve nothing left to give,
I know You care.
Your goodness is pleasing,
And I partake of Your rest.

Every day, all day long, I know God is there.

No matter how many times I see one, I don't think I'll ever tire of watching sunrises

No matter how many times I see one, I don’t think I’ll ever tire of watching sunrises

“If I take the wings of the morning, and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea;
Even there shall thy hand lead me, and thy right hand shall hold me.
Psalm 139: 9, 10

©Sue Nash/2014 ~ poem and photos

For other poems of mine, see Poetry Corner