You might think that living in the North West would be "under the weather." Sometimes it feels that way with all the rain and gray gloom. But that is not the case this time. Our household has experienced what many have this winter. It's a virus that hangs on for a long time until you feel like it has been raining for weeks and there is no sun in your future. But~ Above the clouds the sun shines brightly. And at night glistening stars sparkle behind a majestic sun-lit moon.
So, for the first time in a few weeks I have felt well enough, and not bogged down by house "things," to say a few words.
Why can you see something that you know will fit a person perfectly as if it wears a tag with their name?
Why is it that the little spur-of-the-moment act of kindness engenders wonderful memories?
Why does the heart ache when there is nothing you can do for someone and you must wait with them to see what The Lord will do?
