Haypile

Morning light casting her glow. A hint of dew still lingering. A haypile is many things to a creature that eats bugs and worms. The light enhances the colors. The sheer goldness of the Buff Orpingtons reflects the light in it’s morning state. Deacon the Rhode Island Red rooster stands at attention with head erect, scanning around for danger that might lurk in the woods.

He is a sentinel as the girls scratch and pull and slowly over time dismantle the pile of rotting hay. Miniscule critters abound and are pulled out and quickly pecked and eaten faster than you can imagine.

My cup of black coffee warms my hands now after putting the camera down, and I spend a little morning time thinking about how wonderful God is to me. It is a slow start this Saturday morning, and I welcome that. Soon, I will be busy with one of many projects going on at Bethany, but for now watching the chickens scratch out their feast and a good cup of coffee are my delight.

Blessings!

Beating The Bushes

This past Sunday we were at Harvest Church in Wetumpka Al. Pastor Gene Truman graciously invited us to speak and lead worship for him.

On the left is Chelsea McCray, who went with us to play bass as I led worship and played keyboards. Chelsea has been to Mexico with us on a shoe trip, and is a blessing in our lives.

On the right is Pastor Gene Turman and his lovely bride Sharron. Of course, Vicki and I are hanging out in the middle!

Chelsea brought along her camera and shot this picture as I was giving the Powerpoint presentation. I have always loved black and white photography and this one captured the essence of LTCM.

Thanks to Brother Gene and his beautiful flock there at Harvest!

Thanks to our Father for ALL His blessings!