Friday’s New Angle #1

February 20, 2015February 25, 2015 / The WheatandTares / 2 Comments

Okay, so, I think maybe I’ll try another weekly event and see if you guys like it…
This one will strictly be pictures posted each week from a different angle. Maybe it’s part of a scenery, maybe it’s an inanimate object, maybe it’s just a little corner of my world, but it will all be from a “new” or different angle. You, the reader, will get to guess what the object is… I’ll post the answer on Saturday morning to give everyone enough time.
I hope this will be fun, and I hope you like my new angle! 😉

Can you guess what this is?

Living Water

January 13, 2015January 13, 2015 / The WheatandTares / 2 Comments

WATER IS AN INCREDIBLE, POWERFUL THING. It can trickle down the side of a boulder, and over time, it will carve a groove into the stone. It can come in like a flood and move that same rock across an entire city.

WATER IS A CLEANSING, REFRESHING ELEMENT. It can wash away the grime and muck of the mire. It can purify a hidden wound for healing.

WATER IS A REFRESHING,ENERGIZING SOURCE. It can bring life to the dying and diseased. It can restore the lost and the dazed.

“…but whoever drinks the water I give them will never thirst. Indeed, the water I give them will become in them a spring of water welling up to eternal life.” John 4:14

Autumn in the Small Things

October 16, 2014October 16, 2014 / The WheatandTares

Never discount something, because it is small. You might just find out it’s a really BIG thing…

Along the Shoreline

October 11, 2014October 13, 2014 / The WheatandTares

Things seem more at peace along the shoreline…

If These Walls Could Talk

September 22, 2014October 11, 2014 / The WheatandTares

If these walls could talk, what would they say? Would they groan over the hardships they’ve seen? Would they sway under the weight of change? Would they laugh at old antics and past traditions? Would they smile at the new lives and refurbished dreams?

Would they share a solid faith? Or would they cry over faltered testimonies? Would they weep from years of lost souls? Would they impart wisdom beyond measure or reprimand our crooked ways?