Morning Has Broken

These were the views outside my window this morning. It's Friday, which means a very "laid-back" day at the office. The springtime and the mountains are calling me. The hills are beginning to "green" before my eyes. It's as if God is taking a watercolor brush to the greys and browns. He touches them with pink and white and soft green and highlights His handiwork with the golden light of the sun. Life is peaceful, even amidst the turmoil that has become the definition of our larger world. Here, on my little mountaintop, "all is well," and my soul is filled with His presence. He has set my feet upon a Rock and has transplanted this Texan to grow, anew, in North Georgia.

Another Macon Cherry Blossom Festival

Thank you, Dad and Bea for showing us around your beautiful city yesterday.
The drive was enjoyable and refreshing. The hues of pinks and whites everywhere were simply stunning.
Thanks for making the delicious lunch, for chauffering us around, and for sharing your hometown with us.
The day was so special, and we appreciate all you did for us!

A Golden Afternoon for St. Patrick's Day

My girls always called this time of day "the golden time".
Here in Dalton we've had a long cold winter. Even yesterday, I was bundled in a jacket and we started our little gas fireplace for the evening. But then the morning arrived, and it seems that Spring herself arrived as well. I made a trip to Lowe's and bought some potting soil and new flowers for our beds. And this evening, as I was sitting in the dining room typing my dad's memoirs, these beautiful daffodils smiled at me through the window. They were like translucent gold for a brief moment as the sunlight shone through their petals....and then, all too quickly it seemed, the sun sank behind the hills, and nightime fell. But not before leaving me a true pot of gold for this St. Patrick's Day.

Remembering......

On this very rainy spring afternoon, I find my mind drifting, both to past joys and to future blessings. How I look forward to New Baby R! And how much I cherish memories of little Neil!
Grandchildren are, indeed, the treasures of growing older, and they really are the sunshine on the path of Life.
The LORD has graced these latter years of my life with riches beyond my wildest dreams.... And, unless God calls me Home, He has even more in store in July.....double the joy, in fact! How truly amazing is His grace!