11/08/2016

Such Beauty



I took a wee wander round about here the other day, and can't resist showing you some photos from my wee walk.




I love love love the sight of bales. It's probably my favourite scene in all the world.

Well, except for the sun setting on the Atlantic. And except for my kids' faces. And maybe even except for dogs.

But apart from that, fields of round bales are my favourite scene.




It was around three o'clock, so the sun was beginning to lower in the sky. That always makes for gorgeously soft hues (though this photo is dressed up too :) ).




It was so peaceful. So totally and utterly mind-renewingly peaceful.



Everywhere I looked made my heart sing. At times like these, I forget I'm Scottish. A Highlander. Reformed. Presbyterian. A Niseach, for crying out loud ... and the Charismatic part of my soul gains the upper hand.

Except silently, so I guess I remain truly Scottish, and truly Presbyterian. No shouting, no dancing, no hands in the air. But in my soul.... they're all happening.





Such total and utter beauty, and I sing:



When through the woods and forest glades I wander
And hear the birds sing sweetly in the trees;
When I look down from lofty mountain grandeur
And hear the brook and feel the gentle breeze:





And then the jaw-dropping beauty of the creation is overtaken with thoughts of the Creator.


And when I think that God, His Son not sparing,
Sent Him to die, I scarce can take it in;
That on the cross, my burden gladly bearing,
He bled and died to take away my sin:
When Christ shall come with shout of acclamation
And take me home, what joy shall fill my heart!
Then I shall bow in humble adoration,
And there proclaim, my God, how great Thou art!


And how can I not sing aloud:



Then sings my soul, my Saviour God, to Thee:
How great Thou art, how great Thou art!
Then sings my soul, my Saviour God, to Thee:
How great Thou art, how great Thou art!


...because He truly is great. Great above measure.


9 comments:

  1. MY SOUL IS SOARING WITH YOU MY SISTER IN CHRIST!!! That song. Just what I needed today. How GREAT He is. And I'm so blessed that He is my Savior. Thank you God for your Son and for the cross. Blessings from the USA my friend!!

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    1. I can *feel* your joy from across the Pond!

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  2. One of my favorite hymns, thanks for including it today.My DNA says that I am 69% Irish and British Isles. Both my parents have a lot of Scots blood, so proud of that. when we lived in Dublin, we made a lot of trips up to Scotland. It felt like coming home. The Highlands were so beautiful. My one ancestor left from Campbelltown, having been ,I think displaced.any way love your country!xxx

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    1. And you have a good Highland name too :) . Stonwall Jackson's wife was a Mary Anne Morrison, from the Scottish Highlands .... good name, for a good woman ;)
      So many Scots-Irish (Ulster Scots) were 'displaced' and forced across the Atlantic..... they made America what it became in many ways
      Anne x

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  3. Thanks for this reminder of the beauty around the Silver City. BTW one of my children is studying there now and looking for a good church; if you have any thoughts to share, please let me know! Thanks in anticipation :-)

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    1. Fiona, I'm sorry I didn't see this comment until now. (Love 'Silver City' ... sounds so much better than the grey Granite City!). I really don't know the area very well, but if you'd like to email me re your daughter, I'm at: anneemag23 @ aol . com
      A x

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    2. I love that you call it the Silver City ... sounds so much better than the grey Granite City! We're new here and don't know a lot in the city of Aberdeen at all, but if you'd like to email me, please feel free: anne emag 23 @ aol . com (no spaces, of course)
      A x

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  4. Oh yes... that view, that hymn. Splendid!!!

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