| Here's the kind of photo I hope to capture someday when I'm at this location at the right time of day. |  Photo Credit: rxguy08 on flickr |
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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.
— Gospel of John 3:8 (New International Version)
*The same Greek word means wind and spirit
The poem below reminded me of a book I recommended last year — What is the wind trying to tell us?
- Listen gently to the wind,
To the song of some small bird.
Listen gently to your heart,
There’s a song that can’t be heard.
There’s a gift I give from me to you
For no one else to share
It’s the happiness I feel inside
Just knowing you are there.— Bob Arness
One of the questions I asked Bob was if he had a certain person in mind when he wrote it. He said he didn’t. I think this poem is a love poem, and it’s a gift to God. What do you think?
 | This is a repeat of yesterday's post with a vertical panorama merge of three photos of the Live Oak tree to the back of our place. You may be able to better view the photo on the left by clicking on it to enlarge it. |
| Click on the photo to the right to see the lavender-color wisteria growing in the top portion of the big Live Oak to the back of our place: |  |
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... and a little child shall lead them.Isaiah 11:6d (King James Version)
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Amazing Grace - 7yr old Rhema Marvanne
