Late in posting today, but family members visiting here are from Colorado Springs, where more family remains, and we’ve been using the computer to keep updated on the fires. (Prayers appreciated for all concerned.)
Photos and scriptures, today using these Scavenger Hunt Sunday prompts:
Warped, Concentric Circles, Gear, Glazed, and Marble…
Warped — not!
It’s been sitting there naked and folded up for so long now, I forget what pattern I was going to weave. But the warp‘s all ready, measured out and waiting (draped atop the loom). Time flies by. And I won’t do all I’d like to. Earth life’s too short! Job said it: “My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle” (Job 7:6) — a weaver’s shuttle goes like a shot. If I finally grab a piece of one of those days for the purpose, the loom will finally be warped for some cotton-linen towels.
“Could I call this a gear?” I asked Husband.
“Well… I suppose so,” he answered doubtfully.
(Colorful, isn’t it?)
Thing is, that throttle labeling above lies. Like you know who. “Choke” is stop, and “Fast” is slow. “Slow” is fast, and “Stop” is really fast (for this little vehicle, anyhow)!
Thank God, His word is truth:
All your words are true; all your righteous laws are eternal (Psa 119:160 NIV).
These two proud pitchers only look metallic. It’s their glaze that gives them that shine. Just a cover-up.
Metal is strong. But look at this broken spout. You can see the plain old pottery beneath.
Reminds me of Pro 26:23 —
“Fervent lips with a wicked heart [Are like] earthenware covered with silver dross.”
Marble. Now that seems lasting. Hard. Substantial. And, in the counter installer’s words, “Like a rock!” Well, yeah. It is a rock. But I know an even better, more enduring one:
“No one is holy like the LORD, For [there is] none besides You, Nor [is there] any rock like our God” ( 1Sa 2:2).
Someday all the elements will melt, including this marble (2 Pet 3:12-13). But my Lord is the Everlasting Father (Is 9:6), and…
The LORD is my rock and my fortress and my deliverer; My God, my strength, in whom I will trust; My shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold (Psa 18:2).
Even in trying times.