Glory be to God for dappled things -
For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow...
All things counter, orginal, spare, strange;
Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)
With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim;
He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change:
- Gerard Manley Hopkins, "Pied Beauty"
Worries creep. Anxiety becomes a friend who visits all the day: wakes with me, and puts me to bed at night.
To counter, I must keep counting the blessings, with my friend, Ann, and all the others. Praise Him for the body.
One Sunday, preacher asked us: Are you crazy to be here? Or are you desperate?
My answer: Desperate.
0968 green leaves tipped with gold
0969 things coming full circle
0970 how God lets things germinate
0971 pumpkins from Trader Joe's
0972 napping with Lucy
0973 wearing a scarf
0974 the boys saying, "It smells SO GOOD in here!" (and it's chickpea leek soup!)
0975 chocolate chip cookies
0976 tears in worship
0977 naked Barbies on the stairs
0978 Belle and Sebastian's new CD
0979 tiny eggs from the farm down the road
0980 my orange boots
0981 frying eggs
0982 a message from a funny friend
0983 my husband