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40 Words of Lent: Day 15

March 19, 2014 By Sandra Heska King

dirty snow

 

Winter’s worn out, and

it’s melting into dirty banks and muddy waves,

leaving browned tree skirts and revealing what’s been broken.

Our world is puddled from the weight of it.

I’ve learned:

When life gets messy, spring’s on its way.

Word Count: 40

 

A lilac bud!

A lilac bud!

 

Today’s Reading: Luke 20-24

In the stillness,

Sandy

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Linking these sparse words with Holley, Jennifer, Emily, and Lyli

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  1. Kathryn Ross says

    March 19, 2014 at 11:46 am

    Glorious words – favorite image! I may run right outside and snap a photo of my own lilac with the buds I noticed the other day! Yes – winter weather in my mind and heart threatening more storms and snowy days when all I’m longing for is the fresh air of spring and new life. Getting over the season . . .

    Your 40 words and visual have helped this morning.

    Taking joy!
    Kathy

    • Sandra Heska King says

      March 19, 2014 at 12:02 pm

      I couldn’t believe it. It’s been so cold, and yet the buds are pushing though anyway. Some seasons seem a lot longer than others… but spring always comes. Taking joy with you.

  2. Angel @ Finding The Inspiring says

    March 19, 2014 at 1:31 pm

    Oh, Sandra, God used these words to encourage me in an unexpected way today. Thank you!

    • Sandra Heska King says

      March 20, 2014 at 10:53 am

      I’m so glad! Thanks for letting me know. šŸ™‚

  3. Megan Willome says

    March 19, 2014 at 1:45 pm

    True that.

    • Sandra Heska King says

      March 20, 2014 at 10:54 am

      šŸ˜€

  4. Dolly@Soulstops says

    March 19, 2014 at 4:43 pm

    Love the hope in your words: “When life gets messy, spring’s on its way.” Oh, to remember that in those messy moments…Thanks, Sandra šŸ™‚

    • Sandra Heska King says

      March 20, 2014 at 10:55 am

      Yes. Preaching to myself.

  5. Pat Baer says

    March 19, 2014 at 4:56 pm

    What a refreshingly sweet and tender spirit you have – much like the lovely picture you chose. Thank you for sharing your heart. Keep writing!

    • Sandra Heska King says

      March 20, 2014 at 10:57 am

      Thanks so much, Pat. šŸ™‚

  6. kd sullivan says

    March 19, 2014 at 5:42 pm

    So glad to read this as my life has gotten messy as of late! So good to be in your cozy corner again!

    • Sandra Heska King says

      March 20, 2014 at 10:56 am

      So, so good to see you here, Kimberly!

  7. Lynn Mosher says

    March 19, 2014 at 9:47 pm

    It’s kinda messy here. šŸ™ Waiting for spring to sprout. Oh, outside, too. šŸ˜‰ Love this!

    • Sandra Heska King says

      March 20, 2014 at 10:56 am

      Hee Hee. Yes… inside out. šŸ™‚

  8. Dea says

    March 19, 2014 at 11:22 pm

    Winter’s worn out. So am I.. Loving your Lent series, Sandy.

    • Sandra Heska King says

      March 20, 2014 at 10:58 am

      I know you must be, dear friend. We need sunshine and fresh air. Lifting a prayer for you and yours right now.

  9. Dawn Paoletta (@breathoffaith) says

    March 19, 2014 at 11:40 pm

    So love this whole idea! Really neat. Don’t hate me. Looking both ways before I say it…I love Winter!

    • Sandra Heska King says

      March 20, 2014 at 10:59 am

      No hate here, Dawn. But winter has worn out its welcome here this year. In more ways than one. šŸ˜‰

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