The ground that had been under the huge cottonwood tree is now held by the uprooted tree in a sideways position... the tree that gave shade to the cows and calves in Paul's pasture is now blown over... roots and all... and is laying on it's side due to the amazing strength of Mother Nature. We had huddled in the basement that day with the grandkids... looking out we could see the trees in the grove bent over to the ground by the horrific wind, and went out to find trees uprooted or broken off! Now it looks like a visual illusion to see the kids sitting on the tree and the roots as it is horizontal with the earth...not in the vertical position reaching for the sky!
A Augustine smile from under/on the tree... a pictoral study of the awe and power of nature even when you live in the middle of the prairie! We are so tiny in the midst of your world.. yet you have counted every hair of our heads, and love our every breath and heartbeat. May they all be spent with YOU! Jesus, we trust in you! Amen and Halleluia!
Psalm 139
1 "O LORD, you have searched me and you know me. 2 You know when I sit and when I rise; you perceive my thoughts from afar. 3 You discern my going out and my lying down; you are familiar with all my ways. 4 Before a word is on my tongue you know it completely, O LORD. 5 You hem me in--behind and before; you have laid your hand upon me. 6 Such knowledge is too wonderful for me, too lofty for me to attain. 7 Where can I go from your Spirit? Where can I flee from your presence? 8 If I go up to the heavens, you are there; if I make my bed in the depths, you are there. 9 If I rise on the wings of the dawn, if I settle on the far side of the sea, 10 even there your hand will guide me, your right hand will hold me fast. 11 If I say, "Surely the darkness will hide me and the light become night around me," 12 even the darkness will not be dark to you; the night will shine like the day, for darkness is as light to you. 13 For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother's womb. 14 I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. 15 My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place. When I was woven together in the depths of the earth, 16 your eyes saw my unformed body. All the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be. 17 How precious to me are your thoughts, O God! How vast is the sum of them! 18 Were I to count them, they would outnumber the grains of sand. When I awake, I am still with you."
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