Sixty six, oh my! The parents who welcomed me are gone to glory, the hospital long a grassy vacant lot. But here I am, sound of mind and centered enough to hold a frightened world in my heart and thank those faithfully doing their jobs.
Trust God and do the next right thing.
Practice gratitude:
Cream for my coffee.
Husband cooking bacon on the patio.
Virtual church.
And oh, what a party this morning!
Decoration:
Guests:
Carolling cardinal.
Trilling woodpecker.
Cacophony of jays.
White wing doves with their mournful questions about continuing the species.
Brown thrashers thrashing, silently squaring off. Whether this be courtship or a matter of invaded territory, only the Shadow knows.
Love and shalom to all.
Everlasting Arms 