We're not always together on Sunday
mornings ( college sons), but today was
one of those Proverb 31 Sundays when
all my boys came to our
church.( rising up to bless me!)
All are home or in apts. June is around
the corner and it has seemed like summer
has been here for weeks with college and
graduation behind us ( the oldest). Summer
jobs in progress and a career job in June for
the oldest. We praise God from Whom All
Blessings Flow!
I'm going out to sit by our pool under the
blue skies dreaming of a place like this:
Bickleigh, Devon
Devon, England
Picture by nvmdigital.com
Sit and be still
until in the time
of no rain you hear
beneath the dry wind's
commotion in the trees
the sound of flowing
water among the rocks,
a stream unheard before,
and you are where
breathing is prayer.
Wendell Berry: Sabbath Poems
2 comments:
Your tall sons were noticeable across the pews. I smiled and thought how blessed you are!
How do the English do that? They have a gift of building and gardens and borders. Bliss, perfection, and sets me dreaming, too. :<)
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