The Gwen Lake Eight

 

Water Wanderer

Yesterday afternoon I took a walk along the Suwannee by Bell Springs up to Robinson Branch Falls and back. The river is up from the two day rain recently.
Penned the following poem:
River Writer

Written upon the Suwannee
Poetry sent down stream
Swirling words of beauty
Written with a light beam.

The Gulf waters know
The sweet spell of mystery
To deep oceans they flow
The sonnet of the Suwannee.

The eyes of the Lord

The eyes of the Lord are in every place, beholding the evil and the good.
Prov. xv.3
Have I also here looked after him that seeth me?
Gen.xvi.13
As yet no one has ever been disappointed who placed his confidence in Almighty God.
St.Peter of Alcantara.

Lately the placing of my confidence in God to answer prayer for estranged family that rips upon my heart. I cannot for the life of me grasp how from one side of claiming a walk with Christ, that it includes an exclusion of family and a lack of communication on even a casual level, then when away from blood family, claiming a fellowship with believers apart from family.
We examine ourselves, we approach for any forgiveness for anything done, to no avail.
And so, we place the matter in the Lord who beholds evil and good.

Close in boys

The White Pelicans attempt a group pose today

Professor

My friend Sean McMahon, professor of history at Gateway College rode up behind me today as I was photographing the incoming clouds. He was making the loop around the lake before heading back for his house.

Who was I?

A heron...but what kind of heron was I?

Blackberry on the edge

 

Every good bull deserves favor

 

Yet thou not know me?

Have I been so long time with you and yet hast thou not known me?
John xiv.9
A great many believers walk upon the promises at God's call in the way to heaven, even as a child upon weak ice, which they are afraid will crack under them and leave them in the depth.
McCheyne

It was another long walk around the perimeter dike of Alligator Lake Park more in meditation than concentrating upon photography. Again I walked upon the thin ice of not trusting in the promise of God to sustain us, to provide. 
Since 2009 when Melanie suffered the near loss of her life with H1N1 and ARD's, with the loss of our jobs, the Lord has sustained us. Yet, after all the clinging to the very hem of Christ's garment in the storm ceased, again I returned to tip-toeing, fearing a fall into the depths.
My current job with FPL reading meters is due to end at the end of the month. Melanie, who continues to struggle with her health four years hence, is the primary bread winner.
This greatly troubles me and my daily prayer is for a reversal of this situation, allowing her some time for ministry she so loves and caring for loved ones.
They say another freeze is on the way. Perhaps the weak ice under me will freeze a little thicker.

Our Consolation

Our consolation, aboundeth by Christ
2 Cor.i.5.

Consolation is the dropping of a gentle dew from heaven on desert hearts beneath; it is one of the choicest gifts of divine mercy.
Spurgeon.

To have  the honorable title as Barnabas, Paul's traveling companion did, the son of consolation(Acts4:36)
As we are daily consoled by the Spirit, let it be our daily ministry of consolation to the body of Christ.
Pray the Spirit lays upon your heart to discern to whom you can offer consolation. The widow, the neighbor, the minister, the family member, the brother who was once in unity, but has grown bitter.
Many are the opportunities to mourn with those who mourn, to rejoice with those who rejoice.

Upon Triple Run

 

 

 

Blowing Fuses