Never Alone

Never Alone

Psalm 139:9-10 If I ride the wings of the morning, if I dwell by the farthest oceans, even there your hand will guide me, and your strength will support me

 

His strength is perfect when our strength is gone
He’ll carry us when we can’t carry on Steven Curtis Chapman

Remembering Spring!

Remembering Spring!

Song 2:11-12 Look, the winter is past, and the rains are over and gone. The flowers are springing up, the season of singing bird has come,

Though I was once an English major I must confess I never cared much for Shakespeare. No, it wasn’t his writing style! it’s just that generally anyone I liked at the beginning of his plays was for sure to be dead by the end. In the same way I am not one looking forward to Fall colors, to quote the bard,
“That time of year thou mayst in me behold In me you can see that time of year
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang” Sonnet 73

No thanks Will: I really would rather remember when Lilacs last at my dooryard bloomed!