I Thought it was the Greatest Thing

You know what I think is amazing about the state I live in?  The sun shines in the middle of thunderstorms.  Silly? Yes, but I had never seen it before.  The thunderstorms here are very. . . energetic ( for lack of a better word).  Then in the middle of the crashing and earth shaking thunder, the sun will come out.   I even attempted (let's just admit that photography is probably not my future career) to get a picture  of it because I was so amazed. It is one of the most beautiful things, though I have begun to get used to it. :)

Sometimes I laugh at the simple things that leave me so astonished.  :)

Farm Style Fairytale

I live on a farm.  And that little fact defines a lot about me.  "Fairytale" means dresses, princesses, and prince charming to a lot of people.  To me, it means sunshine, a cool breeze, and herb gardens.  It means not wearing shoes, picking flowers, and smelling like the sage you just hung up to dry.  That is my kind of fairy tale.
  

 It is no secret that farming can be less than thrilling at times, but today I'm pretty sure God designed the weather to remind me how much I really love it.  Work doesn't always seem like work, does it?  There are those days when all I see is the dirt that won't come out from under my finger nails, or the mosquito bites, but then I'm reminded of the stunning earth I am privileged to live on.  It is amazing when you think of the miracle that turns our front yard into a garden every Spring.  So laugh if you want, but today seemed like a chapter from a farmer's fairytale.

Songs That My Heart Sings

A song was played at church this Sunday that really caught my attention.  My own dependence on Jesus has been becoming increasingly clear in the last few months.  This song was like my heart crying out.  As soon as the worship leader started singing my mind cried, " This is it!  This is what I was trying to say all along!"  Anyway, here's the song.

There you have it. A song that is now hopelessly stuck in my head as well as my heart. There is an even more beautiful version by Sandra McCracken, but Blogger was being troublesome and wouldn't let me post it.