Flowering weeds line the rugged fence on the farm.
Their juxtaposition makes sense to me, their beauty tucked in between barbed wire and slivery fence posts.
Rugged planks frame the acreage in morning light and the wood reminds me of the cross and that He really does make all things new. He started His ministry outside gates like these.
The land is dotted with sheep of all kinds: young and old, spotted, gray, brown. The goats gather in the shade with comical beards.
The youngest lambs glow white and new against the Georgia clay. . .
(I’m writing over at Outside the City Gate today….I’d be blessed if you’d join me there.)
And take a look around the Beloved in Blue Jeans site, too. This a new space and I’ve been excited to have you over.
Blessings,
BJG
I love this. I love how you see the world, Amy. I love the thought of my spiritual blindness following the Christ.
Oh Diane~ you are a sister that helps me see more clearly. Thanks for holding out your hand and heart to me and others. You are a gift.