One day after a snow storm, I took my camera and my cares to a wee burn (Scottish for Creek), and came home realising He carries me! One of those moments...
I stroll down to the wee burn
The snow feathers through the mist.
I carry my camera
I carry my cares
I carry my requests
Yet I carry His presence.
Alone yet not alone
Out of the Spirit, into the mind
Impressions
Knowings
Perceptions.
I walk out of the mist
Back home
He carries me.