The Garden
Today I strolled through the Butterfly House and Gardens at the Adult Probation Department in Paris, Texas. The experience left me refreshed and relaxed. There's just something about nature—the greenery, the flowers, the scent of a recent rain that overrides any stress and burden. The probationers work hard to keep up with a vegetable garden used to feed people in special programs. The process of gardening has the capability of changing lives for the better. No one can be involved with God's green Earth and not be touched by His hand of blessing. Anytime a person witnesses the plant breaking through the seed, the bud opening into a beautiful flower, or a butterfly emerging from the chrysalis, they are changed.
The Gift of Music
Paris, Texas boasts one of the few municipal bands in the land. My husband, Russ, played baritone for the band, and he found rehearsals and performances both a challenge and a joy. We enjoyed spending our summer going to the open-air concerts.
An Invitation
You are cordially invited to rest in the arms of the One who loves you the most, to sit at His feet in worship, to partake of His banqueting table, to receive His outrageous blessings, to bask in the glory of His presence, to see the beauty of His holiness and to drink from the well of living waters.
Stopped In Traffic
"Look at that gal talking with her hands," I thought with curiosity. Inquisitive Kathy was at work again, noticing people living life out loud. "Wait a minute, she's not in a discussion, she is doing hand motions. Maybe she is using sign language."
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Hoot Owls and Freebies!
Usually I start my day sitting in my sunroom early in the morning, curled up in my recliner with my coffee and watching the birds, squirrels, chipmunks, rabbits and whatever else may come by! There is a hoot owl that comes every spring, and, throughout the summer his “hoot” greets me in the morning and evening. The soft tones of his voice drift through the early morning breezes as if to say "good morning" and again in the evening, the old fellow's voice drapes the dusk of night and says, "Sleep well." It is such a peaceful sound.
