Thursday, January 19, 2012

my favourite things/ hoarfrost

His breath catches
in the air and as it passes by
it gives life

This morning
bundled like a Joey
in a Kanga's pouch
all fur lined
I venture out

I can't breathe for all the scarves
my breath caught against the coverings
I struggle free and gasp...
the freshness of the air stings pleasant
and I feel revived
I breath gentle and then deep
I like the coolness
-35 C

At the goats I call out
the dogs come first
tails high
smiles bright
Sam amazes me so
how a dog can smile

then the goats unhuddle and I laugh
the hoarfroast is feathertipped along their whole bodies
where the breath from one rested on another
twenty white feathertipped beauties
coming out into the morning brightness


God formed Adam
out of the earth and breathed life into him
I have molded clay and tried to breathe life into it
imagining what it must be like
to have an Abba Father's heart...
to pass life
upon the likeness
of One's Image

I have made snowmen
snow angels
and they are not even 'but dust'
I breathe and they melt
beneath me

but God breathed into his nostrils
and Adam became
a living soul


is a God gift

I feel the breath of God around me
I feel Him fill my lungs
with His breath

There is no life without Him
Those who argue
just try to breathe life into clay
or snow
or yourself

this breath is a God gift
each one

When it is cold we see this invisible breath
settle around us
He reminds us that He is still giving life
He has the power to take the breath away
and power to give it back again

the Life part He always holds
even when the last breath
has been taken and
this life as we know it
is no more
Yet... He holds 'us'
made in His image
redeemed by a Son
who was there when the clay was formed...He formed us
and the first breath was given... He gave it
When God said
Let us make man in our image
male and female...He made us

He was there

In the beginning was the Word
and the Word was with God
and the Word was God

And the Spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters

And the Word became flesh
and dwelt among us

the Breath of God
the Breathgiver

this morning the hoarfrost reminded me of His Breath
surrounding us
filling us
I could touch it
He felt so close
and though it melted
at my touch...

seeing it was just a reminder
that He is always here

Breathe on me
Oh Holy One

His Breath
in the

my favourite things


  1. Would love to see a picture of the feather-tipped beauties. As always, your writing is so vivid that I feel like I am right there too.

    1. Andrea, my camera was at home!!! I used some shots from 2010 that shared the theme! Tomorrow I will take my camera in hopes of something spectacular. The goats are hard to catch settled as they usually follow the dogs everywhere. It was a wonderful moment to catch their frosted beauty! Had to snap a word picture instead :)

  2. oh this! this is simply divine. i have found richness and depth like this in very few blogs i have read. thank you for sharing this. you inspire me. i wrote poetry when i was younger and i want to start again. i will be coming back here!

    blessings in His grace,


    1. Nacole... I am so happy that you will write again! Blessings...I will come visit!

  3. gorgeous...a veritable forest of crystals. God's amazing at this beauty thing.

  4. Are you on facebook? These photos are incredible, and you already know how I love your writing.
    I don't know what to say-I'm so incredibly blessed to have found your blog.

    1. I am just here, and I have a personal profile on Facebook... Susan Fennings van Dijk ...add me as a friend... please do

  5. Dear Susan,

    I have another analogy for those who do not believe in creation. This is just so well-said and I can just see you trying to breathe life into clay figures you made. (I used to run back into my bedroom repeatedly KNOWING that my stuffed animals were playing when I was out of the room.) But this:

    There is no life without Him
    Those who argue
    just try to breathe life into clay
    or snow
    or yourself

    And I am so excited to see the excitement here. Your words, your pictures, your heart just turns everyone to Him. I want more and more people to come here as I did. It is an oasis in a cyberspace full of desert spaces.

    I love you and how you share yourself so freely with us all,

    1. Dawn, I also bleieved my animals were alive though at night while I slept :) wonderful imaginations God gives :)
      I would love to have grown up having you for a playmate...

  6. It is an oasis in a cyberspace full of desert spaces.
    Dawn... these words blessed me so much...
    when there is so much wrong in our lives that could swallow us whole... it is my prayer that we would still see the oasis set before us.

    Psalm 23...He has prepared a table before us, this oasis, in the presence of our enemies, this hole that would swallow us...
    our cup runneth over... surely, goodness and mercy shall follow us all the days of our lives
    And 'WE' will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.

    Isn't it wonderful how He loves us!
    I love you dear friend!

  7. Hello FisherLady

    Thanks much for this timely piece. I read it yesterday just after I came in from the cold, cold outside world. :-)

    "I feel the breath of God around me
    I feel Him fill my lungs
    with His breath"
    I like the way you paint pictures of our God and His love.


    1. it is warming up here... supposed to be raining in a few days
      Psalm 147:16-18
      He gives snow like wool;
      He scatters the frost like ashes;
      He casts out His hail like morsels;
      Who can stand before His cold?
      He sends out His word and melts them;
      He causes His wind to blow, and the waters flow.

      love these verses of how everything is in his hand...