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Scripture Sunday: Green Shoot and Budding Branch

March 25, 2012 By Sandra Heska King


A green Shoot will sprout from Jesse’s stump,
from his roots a budding Branch.
The life-giving Spirit of God will hover over him,
the Spirit that brings wisdom and understanding,
the Spirit that gives direction and builds strength,
the Spirit that instills knowledge and Fear-of-God.
Fear-of-God will be all his joy and delight.
~Isaiah 11:1-5 (Message)

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  1. Debra says

    March 25, 2012 at 3:37 pm

    How you glorify Him here in words and images. Lovely as a spring day, this post.
    Have a wonderful week Sandra!

    • Sandra says

      March 25, 2012 at 3:54 pm

      Thank you, Debra. Praying you sense His presence this week.

  2. Jody Collins says

    March 25, 2012 at 3:51 pm

    Sandra–so thankful for that ‘green shoot’–Jesus our Saviour.

    God bless you this week–no more flying critter stories!

    • Sandra says

      March 25, 2012 at 3:54 pm

      I like these wings so much better. 🙂

  3. Nancy says

    March 25, 2012 at 3:52 pm

    Our area started budding about two weeks ago. Last Sunday we went to a friends house and helped them with pruning the grapevines that they have. It was a really awesome experience as we shared in scripture the many verses that apply to pruning or being pruned. Thank you for sharing…I love the bird pictures!!

    • Sandra says

      March 25, 2012 at 3:58 pm

      Love that you were able to bring Him right into your work. So many lessons in our everyday experience. Such an early spring this year. I needed it.

  4. S. Etole says

    March 25, 2012 at 4:21 pm

    So much life in the budding and those words.

  5. Deidra says

    March 25, 2012 at 5:51 pm

    You take really good pictures of birds. They don’t like me. Or my camera. Or something. Thanks for bringing this verse to life. I’ll probably remember it like this for a long time to come…

  6. diana says

    March 25, 2012 at 6:14 pm

    cool photo – great verse to pair with it. thanks, kiddo.

  7. Jen says

    March 25, 2012 at 6:25 pm

    We have a tree that is a late bloomer and I kept trying to figure out if it was going to bloom. Finally, it did and I literally felt like it was hope on a tree — a life-giving experience.

  8. Linda says

    March 25, 2012 at 6:51 pm

    Beautiful. Thank you. 🙂

  9. ginger says

    March 25, 2012 at 10:40 pm

    beautiful bird and scripture! have a blessed week

  10. laura says

    March 26, 2012 at 1:50 pm

    Is that a dark-eyed junco? He looks too big, but the spittin image. Beautiful, Sandy.

  11. Joanne Norton says

    March 27, 2012 at 4:08 pm

    And your colors blend beautifully. Nice when a spiritual and natural mix is “eye-blessed”.

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