There are things and circumstances that we can’t ever change, no matter how much gnashing of teeth we may do. That’s the cold truth of the matter. And, if we aren’t careful, we will let what’s wrong in our lives overtake what’s right in our lives, causing us to miss the good times, and leaving us in a perpetual state of disappointment.
I’m not sure why I just blurted that out, but I did and, perhaps, you have the same feelings on occasion. We are, after all, fellow-travelers on this road called life, experiencing joys and sorrows, ups and downs, heartaches and highs. And it’s good to know that we share things in common—both good and bad. There’s no greater feeling than having someone to lean on in the hard times, and someone to applaud us whenever things are going well.
But enough of the serious stuff. I’m going to share some images from the weekend of everything that is good in my life. Not just good, but exceedingly good.
Father’s Day weekend—what a blessing all around. First, to have my dear father still with me and doing so well, following his horrific accident in November, is such a miracle and a blessing. The Man and I, along with sugar plum, drove over for a visit and to take him out to eat. He’d been hungry for a good steak, so we took him to Saltgrass—one of our favorite places for steak. I love the photo of Daddy yawning, and sugar plum with her mouth wide open.
After a sweet time together, back at the house, we captured some moments together on the porch before heading home again. What a joyous sight, the both of them waving to us as we drove away. And would you look at that yard!
Yep, dear old Daddy is back to doing his yard, and back to walking around the little track close to his home, as we prayed he would. He’s not up to a mile yet, but little by little he's making progress. As the song goes, "To God be the glory, for the things He has done."
Sunday found our precious daughter and step-grandson enjoying the day with The Man. I fixed a meal of home-grown vegetables, with sausage and chicken on the grill. Although she is all grown up now, The Man loves his little girl so very much. She will always be the apple of his eye. A blessed day it was.
No matter how your weekend went, here's wishing you a week of pure beauty and goodness. Thanks for keeping me company here. It means a whole lot.
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