Happy weekend, friends! Here, after a series of more serious posts, is a collection of extra – leftover – photographs from the week.
The beauty of these images is that each could generate its own story – but there is simply not enough time to write them. So, instead, I will assign captions and leave it at that.
The beautiful truth is, as I wrote in my previous post, that every moment in our lives plays out on Sacred Ground.
God’s intention for me is sacred; the dust from which I was formed – and will return – is sacred too; anywhere that I stand, in proper relation to Jesus, is sacred ground.
- I don’t know what brightens the house most, the mums or the Max…
- Our neighbor Ginger’s house sporting a new paint job…
- Low waters in the Tar, looking upstream…
- The view downstream toward the trestle bridge…
- Sunrise looking across Saint Patrick Street…
- A beautiful cool morning for yard-work…
- Sunset over the fields off NC State Highway 42
- A.I. version of our grandson, Mr. T., walking in the woods – Krakow, Poland
