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Still Saturday: Speak

March 3, 2012 By Sandra Heska King

Here I am.

Speak.

Your servant is listening.

 

What have you seen or heard lately that made you stop in awe? Do share. Get the details at the Still Saturday tab above. Link up a photo, grab a button, and let’s listen to Him together.

 

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  1. Carol J. Garvin says

    March 3, 2012 at 2:27 am

    What beautiful images, Sandy! They inspired me to find ones of my own that remind me of the songs of praise I hear throughout God’s creation. (I’ve linked here, but my post isn’t scheduled to appear for a couple hours yet, in case anyone tries to find it before then.)

    • Sandra says

      March 3, 2012 at 2:13 pm

      Singing with you, Carol!

  2. Megan Willome says

    March 3, 2012 at 6:59 am

    Love those photos! With one bird looking to the heavens, and the way the other one is steadying himself as he looks up.

    • Sandra says

      March 3, 2012 at 2:14 pm

      There are days I have to steady myself when I look up, too.

  3. Lyla Lindquist says

    March 3, 2012 at 3:17 pm

    It’s funny, when I pray that I can’t seem to end with the period. “Here I am. Speak. Your servant is listening.” I’m always ready to keep going, telling him what to tell me.

    He’s so patient.

    • Sandra says

      March 3, 2012 at 5:48 pm

      Ha! I have this book by Jill Briscoe called, “Here Am I–Send Aaron.” I can identify with that.

  4. Cindee Snider Re says

    March 3, 2012 at 4:19 pm

    Sandy, that second photo is priceless! “Here I am,” is exactly what he seems to be saying…”I’m ready, Lord, use me!” 🙂 I didn’t feel so ready this week. I lost the color in a shroud of gray, but then right there is God in the most beautiful red I’d ever seen! These were the perfect words to start the weekend. Bless you!

    • Sandra says

      March 3, 2012 at 5:41 pm

      Or he could be saying, “Who me??” 🙂

      I’m slipping in Susan E’s photo from Monday up above if you didn’t see it. She connected it to a great quote.

      I’m glad the red overcame your gray. It’s a gorgeous photo!

  5. Michelle DeRusha says

    March 3, 2012 at 10:15 pm

    Oops, not sure what happened to my photo. But I’m glad to be here anyway – love your new Still Saturdays series, Sandy.

    • Sandra says

      March 3, 2012 at 10:24 pm

      Love that you’re here, Michelle! I fixed it. 🙂

  6. Patricia @ Pollywog Creek says

    March 4, 2012 at 7:43 am

    They really do look like they are looking up…waiting to hear. May I be that attentive to His voice this day!!!

    • Sandra says

      March 4, 2012 at 3:05 pm

      Me. Too.

  7. Shelly Miller says

    March 4, 2012 at 4:06 pm

    Okay, I am so curious. How do you get all these amazing photos of birds so tight? They can hear me and fly away or if I take them out of a window, they don’t turn out well. Love these and with the verse, they are even more awesome.

    • Sandra says

      March 4, 2012 at 5:12 pm

      If they’re amazing, it’s not me. 🙂

      It’s the zoom on my camera. The robin was the first of last spring, and I took that one from my porch. I shot the flicker right out the living room window. 🙂

  8. Amy @ themessymiddle says

    March 4, 2012 at 5:10 pm

    Hearing a message of hope from God recently — that had me stop and stand in awe. I shared at “God is whispring to me” (http://wp.me/p1Ut5W-7u) and will later this week do a follow-up post on what commenters heard God whisper to them. These birds create such a beautiful visual! Thanks for posting! Amy

  9. Cecilia Marie Pulliam says

    March 10, 2012 at 6:05 pm

    Every day I see His beauty. Like you I have the privilege of living in a beautiful area with an abundance of wildlife. Yet, if you choose, you can see His beauty every where. In the faces of friends, in the quiet walk beside the river, in sky from the front window, in the kind gesture of a stranger. Breathtaking photos, Sandy,and beautiful words.

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