I was getting ready for church this morning when I heard voices down below. Two little girls, engrossed in their world of play with sticks and leaves and tiny toy dogs. I hear that children these days have forgotten how to play. Not the children I know.
Fairies appear here and there in our house and in the garden. They remind me of my childhood, when my father convinced me that the twinkles and sparkles we could see far off at the bottom of our garden in England, were actually fairies. Now I have little human friends, who find it fun to know a grown-up who just might believe in fairies....
This bunch of dried weed tendrils looks surreal--the colours surprisingly rich and beautiful. God does all things well and glory can be found in the most unexpected of places.
How could this piece of incredible, perfect artistry, unfurl from within green leaves? What delicate beauty of form. God's Word says, "God saw all that he had made, and it was very good," Genesis 1:31--Yes, it is.
Tonight was the night of the great meatball roll and noodle boil for a fundraising spaghetti supper on Saturday. Victoria paired up with Lesley-Ann to bag the noodles. She worked very hard alongside the adults, a child whose contribution will help other children living in poverty.
By the smile on his face, you'd think he knew--he graduated with honours as a full fledged St. John Ambulance Therapy dog.He is now allowed to do visits on his own--with his owner of course!Brenda and Molson--congratulations! You will bring joy to the seniors you visit--and to the children in hospital with whom you hope to share the joy of furry friendship.
A visitor from Germany, Sabine, gave me a lovely green, leafy plant before she left. I had no idea what it was until beautiful white flowers began to unfold last week. I think it's a peace lily. Thanks Sabine!
First light, rosy and full of promise, struck the stair railings yesterday morning. What lay ahead was not as important as Who went with me into the day--in fact He had already gone before me.
In the middle of the field there is an unploughed portion of land, filled with Goldenrod. It cuts through the dark, rich brown soil like a river of molten gold.