Flower tour

Thank you for touring our garden.

The bunny and I thank you!

(and thanks to my mom for my cute, new

polka-dot drinking glasses!!) 

Yard not-so-work

I've been "away" all week long.  Away to our garden.  It called to me to get it ready for a garden tour that it has been invited to participate in tomorrow night.  I answered the call to weed, water, transplant,  mulch, dig, plant, weed some more, and between all of the weeding stand back and appreciate the colors and the humble-ness of our little part of the planet.  I love being in the yard.  It is therapeutic for me.  I have had much to think about and pray about and mull over in the past week, and my plants have been the perfect companion for my conversations.  Not once did they tell me I was silly, or too wordy, or too angry or too sad (or wrong!).  Nope - they just listened.  I don't know that I've gotten anything completely figured out, but the yard looks amazing!  It's been so much fun getting ready to have company out in the garden.  The kids and Patrick have helped in so many ways with the preparation.  It has really been a family affair - I sure couldn't have done it by myself.  So tonight we are all going to bed with a few more mosquito bites and a lot more love in our hearts for time spent together and for all of our garden "friends".

song

Yesterday at church we sang an old favorite hymn of mine.  "On Christ the Solid Rock I Stand".  As I sang the words full of truth,  a modernized yet so familiar version, I felt hugged by my Father.  The familiarity of this song brought comfort to my emotion filled heart.  I almost didn't make it to sing praises to the Lord.  My selfishness wanted me to stay home.  I'm so glad that I didn't.  I would have missed such a blessing.   Not far from me, lifting up their voices in praise, were two friends of mine who are widows.  One young and recent, one older and not so recent.  My dear friend who buried her mother in April stood just pews away from these.  I know of others who were singing that have left doctors appointments with awful news; some who have relationships with loved ones that are less than ideal.  For all of us who had the courage and the faith to proclaim in song 

"My faith is built on nothing less than Jesus blood and righteousness.  

I dare not trust the sweetest frame but wholly lean on Jesus' name."

                                                                      I pray that God will be found as our very solid rock.

"All other ground is sinking sand."