Lorraine D. Hebler

the name of the LORD is to be praised

By Lorraine

Late afternoon sun shines through the golden Hickory tree leaves providing vivid color contrast to the red burning bush and green oak leaves.
the following verse is the first one that came to mind when I viewed this scene
But as it is written, Eye has not seen, nor ear heard, neither have entered into the heart of man, the things which God has prepared for them that love him.
1 Corinthians 2:9 
Wishing you all a beautiful autumn Sunday!

autumn roses

By Lorraine

Miniature roses abloom in vivid autumn colors.
These sturdy little bushes require very little attention and come back year after year.
As I cutback and removed faded perennials and annuals from the flower beds, I had to gather a bouquet of these petite beauties and fill a tiny, vintage teapot. I even found a lone sprig of lavender to add to this end-of-season arrangement. 
He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the human heart; yet no one can fathom what God has done from beginning to end.
Ecclesiastes 3:11

through a glass, darkly

By Lorraine

This World is Not My Home
(lyrics and video of Jim Reeves singing this sweet hymn)


This world is not my home, I’m just passing through.
My treasures are laid up somewhere beyond the blue.
The angels beckon me from Heaven’s open door
And I can’t feel at home in this world anymore.
O Lord you know I have no friend like you
If Heaven’s not my home, then Lord what will I do?
The angels beckon me from Heaven’s open door
And I can’t feel at home in this world anymore.
They’re all expecting me and that’s one thing I know.
My Savior pardoned me and now I onward go.
I know He’ll take me through, though I am weak and poor.
And I can’t feel at home in this world anymore.
O Lord you know I have no friend like you
If Heaven’s not my home, then Lord what will I do?
The angels beckon me from Heaven’s open door
And I can’t feel at home in this world anymore.
I have a loving Savior up in glory-land,
I don’t expect to stop until I with Him stand,
He’s waiting now for me in heaven’s open door
And I can’t feel at home in this world anymore.
O Lord you know I have no friend like you
If Heaven’s not my home, then Lord what will I do?
The angels beckon me from Heaven’s open door
And I can’t feel at home in this world anymore.
Just up in Glory Land we’ll live eternally.
The Saints on every hand are shouting victory.
Their song of sweetest praise drifts back from Heaven’s shore
And I can’t feel at home in this world anymore.
O Lord you know I have no friend like you
If Heaven’s not my home, then Lord what will I do?
The angels beckon me from Heaven’s open door
And I can’t feel at home in this world anymore.
Click to listen to the beautiful voice of Jim Reeves sing a version of this beautiful hymn

comfort

By Lorraine

praying for my friend and her family who are traveling the road of great loss
and
for others who need to be reminded
of the One who is able to lovingly and tenderly carry us through difficult times
The LORD himself goes before you and will be with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged.
Deuteronomy 31:8 

The First Rose Of Summer

By Lorraine

It excites me to see the very first rose buds appear each spring knowing they will soon bust forth into beautiful blossoms with sweet fragrance. This is a hybrid tea rose called Broadway with shades of pink, yellow and peach. It has been in our garden since 2012.
Growing alongside purple spiderwort. 
Pink Knockout Roses are just beginning to bloom too.
 The First Rose Of Summer
‘Tis the first rose of summer that opes to my view,
With its bright crimson bosom all bathed in the dew;
It bows to its green leaves with pride from its throne–
‘Tis the queen of the valley, and reigneth alone.
Oh! why, lovely stranger! thus early in bloom,
Art thou here to assure us that summer is come?
The primrose and harebell appear with the spring,
But tidings of summer the young roses bring.
Thou fair gift of nature (I welcome the boon),
Was ‘t the lark of the morning that ‘woke thee so soon?
Yet I weep, thou sweet floweret! for soon, from the sky,
The lark shall repose where thy leaves wither’d lie.
Oh! if beauty could save thee, thou ne’er wouldst decay,
But, alas! soon thou ‘lt perish and wither away;
And thy kindred may blossom, and blossom as fair–
Yet I ‘ll mourn, lonely rosebud! when thou art not there. 
Robert Gilfillan (1798-1850 / Scotland)

Think on These Things Sunday

By Lorraine

~ Wishing you a BEAUTIFUL Sunday~
{flowers growing along the branches of our Eastern Redbud tree}

Most of Saturday was spent outside doing yard clean-up. The weather was perfect! John and I got much accomplished but still have lots to do.We have two Eastern Redbud trees in the front yard in bloom. 

Our helper overseeing our progress, who barked whenever we moved out of his sight! He was happy as long as he could see one of us 🙂
{on this tree, you can see the flowers growing up along the branches}

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