* go to google maps, and type in new York, ny.
* then click "get directions from here" and type in paris, france
* next, look at step #23
* and have a *laugh*.
With tears of gratitude, I present this humble rhyme to my Savior Jesus Christ.
However!
I find it so ironic. So amazing. So utterly stupefying... that He who gives me these words and melodies and pictures in the first place, would be pleased when I turn around and give them back as if they were something I concocted on my own.
It makes me feel like a child his/her father's arms. He gives me a page from a coloring book. It has all the lines drawn already. In fact, the picture already looks great. Then I take a crayon to it. I scribble and scribble--hardly staying between the lines, no color matching what so ever. And I turn and hand it back. How do you think a father is to react?
Anyway, this is my humble tribute. My resurrection Sunday scribbled-up-torn-page-from-a-coloring-book offering
See how He hung
Birds and crows
Through tears of pain
I thought before I left on my business trip to Seattle, I would leave you all with some inspiration from the beauty herself, Spring!
Now, J and Andie, I know my photography could never ever even think about beginning to compare to the quality of your work! In fact, I almost didn't post these at all because your talent scares me...
but here goes nothing... (the text refers to the picture below the title :-)