I’m the only one here looking up into the freshly leaved Black Gum and Water Oak trees backed by cotton on blue.
It’s just nippy enough for my red sweater.
Mark Chapters 12 and 13
Warning, I am going to be very common here and write from my heart in what I wish could be poetical prosaic or lyrical instead of my common overblown phrases attempting to describe the joy of this particular blessed morning.
I am glad to be able to hear Jesus through the same KJV Bible that my husband and I bought together with our married names inscribed upon in gold letters three months before we married, some forty-one years ago.
My grandmother and aunt were scandalized that we presumed the future that way, “What if something happens and you don’t get married?”
Thank the merciful Father, He let us get married and made the engraving true.
What were we thinking?
We were as green as those trees!
We’re not green anymore, but every season is beautiful through all the thick and thin.
Now we know the seasons fleet past,
despite their wobbly variations
sometimes surprising with overlapping dips
back into the preceding ones
or rambunctiously cutting across into the next,
but always reining into the pattern set in motion
unvarying continuation of life returning to the Creator who spoke it into existence.
Oops! Change the camera setting!
This happens when you share a camera and don’t check the settings.
The rambling of my quiet Saturday morning………………………………