Call of December
Golden leaves dancing
On silvery breeze
Stirring up sacred visions
That the heart only sees
And the cool kiss of air
Whispers of things to come
Winter days lit with diamonds
At the breaking of dawn
It’s the call of December
Heard deep in the soul
With a cry from the manger
Praise from angels bent low
Perfect Promise from heaven
On the cold, holy night
Infant King
Our Messiah
Wrapped in radiant Light
The featured image is courtesy of Lancia E. Smith and is used with her glad permission for Cultivating.
Julie is a still-life photographer who finds endless beauty in the small, delicate details of nature and everyday life. Self taught and still learning, store bought flowers paired with vintage china pieces are some of her favorite photo subjects. Julie lives in southeastern Wisconsin with her husband David. After more than 30 years together, they are now empty nesters, and still wildly in love. When she’s not taking photos, shopping at antique and thrift stores with her husband, or visiting with her two kids and their loves, she spends time reading, writing, and dabbling in various forms of art. Above all else however, Julie is a lover and follower of Jesus Christ and wants nothing more than for her life to bring God glory.
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