Dear fellow-travelers, as I write, it is Thursday afternoon. The sun is playing peek-a-boo with the clouds. Rain is in the forecast. April showers and all that. Spring is doing her yearly dance. The wind, a familiar companion, blows through the wind-chimes out back, sending magical music rushing through the open windows, the sound of it soothing my soul.
Recently, The Man and I took to the highways for a little day trip, off to chase the bluebonnets that Texas is known for in spring. We found them, and, somehow, as they always do, they brought peace.
God’s artwork on display, free to all who will stop and look and hear and feel.
It's OK to be different. That's a relief.
Did you have a nice Easter weekend? All I wanted for Easter was at least one good picture of cupcake with her Memaw. I may be a little biased, but I think that baby girl outdid herself on this one, don't you?
Speaking of Easter, I love the second verse of the old song, "Because He Lives," written by Bill and Gloria Gaither. It seemed extra fitting this year:
How sweet to hold a newborn baby,
And feel the pride and joy he gives;
But greater still the calm assurance:
This child can face uncertain days because He Lives!
I hope your Easter was beautiful in every way. I'm so glad I'm a believer and I've never been more sure of my faith than I am today. In times of doubt and distress, I can’t imagine not believing in God, not knowing and experiencing that, in my times of weakness, His strength is made perfect, that He hears and answers prayer.
Until next time, sweet friends, the days they are a flying. Thanks for your company. Your footprints here always sweeten my day. Thank you.