(Photo taken yesterday of trees ablaze in our backyard.)
"Let the heavens rejoice,
let the earth be glad,
let the sea resound,
and all that is in it;
let the fields be jubilant,
and everything in them.
Then all the trees of the forest
will sing for joy;
they will sing before the Lord."
--Psalm 96:11-13
***** May the glory of the Lord endure forever; may the Lord rejoice in His works He who looks at the earth, and it trembles, who touches the mountains and they smoke. I will sing to the Lord all my life; I will sing praise to my God as long as I live. May my meditation be pleasing to Him, as I rejoice in the Lord. --Psalm 104:31-33
For the past 20 years, Operation Christmas Child has shown that there's power in a simple gift. It is demonstrating God's love in a tangible way to millions of children around the world.
The concept of Operation Christmas Child began on 10 October 1990, when Dave and Jill Cooke of Wrexham, Wales were watching a broadcast on Romanian orphanages. They asked the question: How can we help the real victims, the children, who live in these situations day after day? They knew they could not stop the wars, but they could offer something – the gift of love. Together, they filled a convoy of nine trucks with medical supplies, food, clothing and Christmas gifts for children, and headed into Romania, which had recently been devastated by war. This was the beginning of the world’s largest children’s Christmas program. In 1993, Franklin Graham, International President of Samaritan’s Purse, adopted Operation Christmas Child. Since then, more than 61 million shoe boxes have been delivered to hurting children in more than 135 countries.
The cute ceramic basket below was a gift from (& painted by) our daughter Jami.
This still life of corn, pumpkins and squash was painted by my uncle, Ralph Howell.
The last pic below is of a corner of the Deacon bench on our front porch. When my hubby went out to take a picture, he spied a woodthrush sitting there taking a 'time out' (which means he had bumped into our picture window, & was catching his breath on the bench below). After a few minutes, he was fine, and flew away. Notice also the muddy little footprints on the bench left there the night before by a curious animal investigating the ears of corn. There's always some type of critter activity around our house. LOL