With these sweet faces..
On this very fine day
a tiny flower blossomed
from where she came
there was no longer room
her stay was complete
loved ones longed to see her face
with their arms they would embrace
the flower they were given
on this very fine day in May…
I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
your works are wonderful, I know that full well.
My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in that secret place.
When I was woven together in the depths of the earth,
your eyes saw my unformed body.
All the days ordained for me
were written in your book
before one of them came to be
Another cat photo for this week. Riley posed for me. She has been admiring my bouquet of flowers I received for my birthday. Truthfully, she has chewed on some long wispy, grassy pieces, that attracted her attention. But in my eyes, she can do no wrong. Lol! I no longer live life by wanting Friday to come. My days revolve around, up early with the birds. Saying a prayer of thanksgiving for my five senses that function, and the mobility of my body, that gets me here and there. In days past, I had a job as a teachers assistant, and we all looked forward to Fridays. Since October I have been working part-time in a library and it’s a fun temporary job. We have started feeding the birds, and I love watching them and I am wanting to learn the name of our visitors. We have embarked on some spring cleaning and had Mr. G haul some items off today. Progress has been made, but the mess I created sorting, is an eyesore. Tomorrow is another day…
Linking today at Peabea’s place..
Today I am participating in something new to me. Terri, over at A Journey to a Masterpiece, has asked if there is a meaningful song that we would like to share. I always have a song in my heart tucked away.
First of all I am posting a photo that I took with a newer phone camera. I still don’t know how the editing happened, as I was unfamiliar with it. I like old church buildings. They were simple and humble. Sometimes I think they remind me of the first church I went to when I was a child. I do believe the truth is, that it was probably white stucco instead of wood.The building represents to me a place to worship the one that created me. I go because I love to express my love to my Lord, so in song I sing, not with beauty of voice, but with expression of love, lifting my voice and hands in thanksgiving. Music will often lift me up out of my earthly challenge, whatever it may be. I share the following song, because when I first listened to it, it spoke to me in many ways. It makes reference to a strained marriage. What marriage doesn’t need help? But beyond a marriage, I believe we people on earth are very broken. Each day we hear of turmoil in so many lives, in so many situations. From my own personal experience of brokenness, I have learned that there are always opportunities for our circumstances to change. When we get to that dead-end, the end of ourselves and admit that we lack, hopefully we will look up and inquire of our creator, our God, that has a better plan for us. This is a beautiful song, that will speak to your soul..