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Scripture Sunday: The Scarlet Cord

August 4, 2012 By Sandra Heska King

She said, “According to your words, so be it.”

So she sent them away, and they departed;

and she tied the scarlet cord in the window. ~Joshua 2:21 (NASB)

(cord = tiqvah = hope)

 

Hope Rises

heavy under

a misty veil

i see dimly

until

startled by a

cardinal

on a naked branch

and hope rises

on scarlet wings.

~Sandra Heska King (2010)

Yes, the leaves of this tree are starting to change already.

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  1. S. Etole says

    August 4, 2012 at 11:41 pm

    Beautiful … just beautiful. And don’t we hear those words again in the NT?!

    • Sandra says

      August 5, 2012 at 10:39 am

      Hope. It’s a thread that runs from Genesis through Revelation.

  2. Diana Trautwein says

    August 5, 2012 at 1:03 am

    So lovely, Sandy – every image, every quote – and the poem. Sigh. So far, I am unable to post anything else other than the mixed up, unformatted post I did last night. Maybe there’s a message in this for me??

    • Sandra says

      August 5, 2012 at 10:38 am

      I loved that post! You, my friend, inspire and encourage me. Always.

  3. Martha Orlando says

    August 5, 2012 at 6:54 am

    Inspirational! A blessed Sunday to you, Sandy!

    • Sandra says

      August 5, 2012 at 10:36 am

      Love to you today, Martha.

  4. Maureen says

    August 5, 2012 at 8:20 am

    I had not heard the connection with the scarlet cord and hope – beautiful lesson. Makes me want to tie a scarlet ribbon somewhere, as a reminder to hope. As always, your photos and the poetry, you have a wonderful touch with the camera and words. Thank you.

    • Sandra says

      August 5, 2012 at 10:36 am

      Thanks so much, Maureen. This is why I’ve learned to love the color red. I keep a length of red cord in my Bible as a bookmark (I passed them out in Bible study after I taught on the book of Ruth. Naomi used this same word.) I’ve blogged about it before, and you could search for tiqvah or towla worm if you wanted. 🙂

  5. Dea Moore says

    August 5, 2012 at 10:16 am

    So glad I opened this today…I knew you associated red with hope but wasn’t sure of why. Now I know. Lovely Sandy. Be blessed and know you are a blessing.

    • Sandra says

      August 5, 2012 at 10:32 am

      Yep. This is why. You bless me big time, Dea.

  6. KATHY says

    August 5, 2012 at 12:23 pm

    Your photos and the ending poem tied up the subject matter nicely. The scarlet cardinal will surely remind me of hope whenever I glimpse it’s flight.

  7. Joanne Norton says

    August 5, 2012 at 12:30 pm

    Oh, as usual, the photos, words and the heart revelation…so YOU!

    Love it.

  8. Lynn Mosher says

    August 5, 2012 at 12:57 pm

    Awe-some! So wonderful, Sandra! I’ve always loved those two words…scarlet cord. Beautifully done!

  9. Megan Willome says

    August 5, 2012 at 4:03 pm

    Good heavens! Three of my favorite women in one place: you, Emily Dickinson, and Rahab! I’ll take some of that scarlet hope.

    P.S. There is always one each week in Deidra’s gathering. Today that one was you.

  10. Elizabeth, wynnegraceappears says

    August 5, 2012 at 4:05 pm

    Oh my how this takes my breathe away with the beautiful. Your words, your photography, and oh God’s words of wisdom and truth too. Just amazing. Just so so amazing. Thank you for sharing your gifts. You are a great steward of the gifts God has given you. And I am blessed because of that.

  11. Jody Lee Collins says

    August 6, 2012 at 4:07 pm

    Sandy–interesting to me how you posted this scripture. There was a red thread running many blogposts this week.
    your photos and accompanying words are always so stunning!

  12. Sharon O says

    August 7, 2012 at 12:11 am

    so wonderful. thank you.

  13. Ellen Grace Olinger says

    August 7, 2012 at 10:04 am

    Dear Sandra, What a beautiful and deeply meaningful post. I too was surprised by a red cardinal on a branch this weekend, and have been reading Emily again … Thank you, Ellen

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