(Sorry, I was only referring to the color when I wrote this ..it isn't really lilac it is a (Blue Plumbago)
It's easy..
As lilac
&
Chrome
If we'd just make
Our house
A home
May not ever
Need to roam
Lilac tumbles
Into Chrome~
It's easy..
As lilac
&
Chrome
If we'd just make
Our house
A home
May not ever
Need to roam
Lilac tumbles
Into Chrome~
(brushed nickel with a bit of focal)
(Feel free to skip my musings here)
Have you ever run away from something..maybe brought on as a consequence of your own doing- in addition to what ever came your way..(probably related)? Mine hasn't been in the area of relationships, but I've been tempted (lol)..not really cause of someone else..maybe just the regular struggles?
I know when I had my second child, I felt even more resigned than with my first..making it easier to get into raising them actually? Anyway, I'd like to say along with Calvary, many of these habits or patterns just ceased. But it took something big to break through- with an apprehension of the cross, before I stopped weaseling or backing out of stuff- where God could finally do some work in me. Eventually, this became a habit..how about you?
16 comments:
Beautiful pictures! Before I saw the pictures under the poem, I was thinking what could lilac and chrome together mean? One is beautiful nature, and one cold and man-made, so opposite! But I love the poem, and then the pictures explained it all. It about taking a cold object (house) and making it beautiful and liveable and warm. I have always found that I can never run from myself. Fascinating thoughts and photos as usual!
Gorgeoous and wonderful my friend.
The poem speaks!
The Lord knows our need. And we can ask Him anything so that our joy maybe full.
xo
A polish name of this flower is "bukenvilia", I love it!
Love the photos. Simply stunning. You have an eye and a gift.
the photos are really special of the flowers and chrome and the beauty speaks to me looking at them than the poem does. the photos speak the poem without words for sure. I spent most of my life TRYING to run away from me. i suffered and still do to some extent from very poor self image and was always looking for ways to build me up and had a really bad habit of walking away from things i could not change and walked straight into something worse, as in out of the frying pan into the fire. eventually i listened to God and got back in the frying pan.
Thanks to you all- appreciate your thoughts..Ginny, your right.. Regina, thank you, Doro -how nice (I'm sure my title was a little confusing) joyful-that was really cool! lol Sandra, Feels just like a frying pan sometimes!
all beautiful, the first photo is perfect, i like the colour blend on the second.
It is a lovely poem with the interpretation by Ginny.
I am singing the poem right now.
Good morning!
How are You ,Dear Friend?
I was in the village.Far from our city about 400 km.
Wonderful flowers.
So beautiful! Thank you for sharing... I love the brushed nickel.
Hey thanks Dave!
Lol Rainfields, too much:))
Glad your back Amin!!
Krista- that's great, thank-
Lovely post!
Gorgeous photo, and a lovely poem. I also love your header photo, very pretty!
Greetings Amin..aand hey- thank you Eileen!
Thanks for stopping by my blog yesterday. I don't post too often any more. I see you commented underneath me at Ginny's place.
In Florida we call that flower "blue daze."
Ya, I was being sneaky, ha..this is actually a Blue Plumbago, but thanks-
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