All God’s plans have the mark of the cross on them,
and all His plans have death to self in them.
~E. M Bounds
What have you seen lately that made you stop in awe or pointed you toward the cross? Do share. Get the details at the Still Saturday tab above. Link up a photo, grab a button, and let’s enter the stillness together.
More of Him and less of me… Ahhh, yes, hard, but so good and necessary and right. Such joy in the surrender. Beautiful Saturday blessings to you!
And to you, my friend.
Love your new community, Sandy — will definitely link up soon (in MN right now)!
Yay! I look forward to that!
This is such a powerful quote Sandy.
I am just back from my walk. My picture is a bit of a contrast to yours. We’ve had some very warm days and spring has sprung!
My early periwinkle blooms are now buried under 6 inches of snow.
I did not know that quote. But, oh, those cross’d twigs!
Purely “coincidental.” I didn’t see them until after I uploaded the photo. 🙂
I think the little birdie positioned them that way. “Let everything that has breath…”
Beautiful, as always, my friend. Restful weekend to you.
Let everything that has breath breathe… 🙂
Oh friend. Here you are, deep-seeing again. And this community! How wonderful! Great idea, Sandy.
I can’t ever see a cross without thinking of you any more. 🙂
Powerful quote in the stillness.
Certainly one to ponder. Love to you this weekend, Susan.
Wonderful reminder, Sandy.
There are reminders of the cross everywhere, if only we look closely into his world. I don’t specifically mention the cross in my linked post today, but yours prompted me to share a photo that includes several crosses. I see them, even if nobody else will. 🙂
I see them, Carol. I love your eye. And I love that you’re linking up.
i love this quote, as difficult and painful as it is. xo
And you know this well, my friend. Love to you.
You get the greatest photos! Love that sweet bird and the quote, well it cuts deep.
Love how He pulls this stuff together. 🙂
Beautiful picture. Beautiful quote. The slowest death is the death of self. My prayer is to be dying a bit more everyday.
The slowest death. So true…