“Praise the Lord. Praise the Lord, my soul… He is the Maker of heaven and earth, the sea, and everything in them— he remains faithful forever.” Psalm 146:1,6
This is the day the Lord has made, let us rejoice and be glad in it. Psalm 118:24
Before the sunrise
Illuminating Lightning
Provided prelude
to
The stormy grumble
Rumbling, rolling, round sounding
Vibrating thunder
and
Morning ‘til evening
Pelting, puddling, darting
All the day long rain
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However,
Driving with Ben in the gray and gloom of the day, on our way for coffee and donuts, the windshield wipers barely kept up with the rain. Out of nowhere Ben says,
How does God do it?
The birds and butterflies, so colorful!
And the ants, so tiny yet living things!
And the rain!
How does God do it?
Amazing
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Then there’s this
A small thing bravely Smiling in spite of cold, rain The Designer’s gift
And then there’s the Dahlia.
Inconspicuous
Growing in obscurity
Not outdoor-ready
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It was quite a day
Lightning, thunder, rain, flowers, Ben
Amazing! Today’s gift
As I walked around today, it has become more and more evident that winter has been pushed aside and spring is nudging its way forward. Spring greenery, flowers all around and welcome warmth provide the evidence. A welcome transition, indeed.
This morning brought another transition of sorts for me. It started with an invitation from my grandson to run an errand with him to the hardware store. He needed a part for something on his bike. “OK. Sounds good.”
So we piled in the van, him in the driver’s seat and me riding shotgun. At the store we found the part and he paid for it. At the gas station, he pumped and bought the gas and I sat and waited.
Not so long ago I would have been the driver, gas pumper and purchaser. Things have changed. My young grandson is moving from childhood into adulthood. A welcome transition, for sure.
Today was the funeral for my best high school friend. After a long illness the Lord took Tom to be with him and he is now with Jesus. His soul and Parkinson’s plagued body are made whole. Through it all, in his life and now in death, he belongs to his faithful Savior, Jesus.
For me, today has been a day to think about transitions. One season changing to the next. A grandson no longer a child but moving on into adulthood. A dear friend passing from a time of struggle and disease to eternal life. Blessings, indeed.