we'd been so warm up to now that any snow would be fleeting.
simply too warm for any real need for worry.
In other words, a short lived event.
This was to be taking place on Friday.
And so right on que the rains came, turning eventually over to snow.
And then it snowed and it snowed, and it kept on snowing…..
upon the roadways all at the same staggering times.
Staggered releases seemed to be the best option…yet it was still snowing…hard.
Snow and ice were beating the release times.
were blanketing roadways…making traveling up and down hills impossible.
home to Atlanta as the News was painting a terrible traffic picture.
as cars were now slip sliding away.
the middle. It took him 30 minutes to get to her…a drive that should have taken two minutes.
Meanwhile, limbs were falling left and right in Atlanta.
lest all things blow up.
as the temperatures plunge down into the teens….
waiting for word of this elections.
As God watches over both animal and man who remain without….
of focused purpose and direction..
traipsing about, camera in tow….
this is a tale of that which once was….
finding things that harken to a different space in time?
Have you ever sought a treasure where others only saw trash?
now sits shredded and torn, broken and sad, ignored and now forgotten?
I think we are very much like this chair.
Some of us were even stately and certainly noteworthy.
We were taken care of, kept clean, neat and ever so tidy..
during those special moments of life.
Then time and life took their toll.
as society deems us now less than….
But that is never how we are seen through the loving eyes of our Omnipotent Father.
that which was, and still is, beautiful….
Moments and experiences that are laced with those more troubling struggles which are simply unavoidable.
to excruciatingly sharp, piercing and even most torturous.
emerges a hidden majesty and beauty.
following each pass into the furnace, the metal's trial by fire, comes the process of tempering the steel..
The hammering and beating of the heated and softened metal into a strong composition ready to withstand the rigors of use….
STOP!!!! There's another sheep. . .
And so was the almost daily drill of the journey.
Stoping and going— for here was a sheep, there was a sheep and everywhere was a sheep sheep. . .
It is the poignant reminder that throughout each of our lives we will, inevitably, find ourselves on our very own and personal road to Damascus.
Wether we are believers or not.
And depending on our own perspective, it is either joyfully or frustratingly that most of us will end up on that same road over and over again, throughout our lives, as it often seems to take more than one chance encounter for things to truly sink in.
Be it mere happenstance or Divine Intervention, we are struck, knocked upside the head and thrown to the ground, blinded and overwhelmed by whatever it is that is necessary in order to get our attention, change our course, wake us up, turn us around while eventually leading us to our true and proper path.
Setting off I had hoped, anticipated and even expected… something—but as to what that something was, it was not clear. . .
Those symbolic, innocent yet oddly mentally challenged creatures that have always spoken to my heart.
Yet this idyllic gentle image, laced with with its warm sense of safety, peace and security, was suddenly jarred apart by the blinding image of sacrifice and suffering that punctuated the seemingly pastoral image of serenity with the mysterious utterance of a long ago vision which poured itself out upon my thoughts like the deeply crimson colored blood oozing from a fresh cut. . .
I came seeking the wisdom buried deep in the past of what was as I strained to hear the ancient voices that lay hidden below my feet. . .
watered sea, that I might see its mighty whales, the greatest wonder.
Three spoken words resonated more deeply than any other morsel offered previously to my weary and worn five senses. . .