Would be lonely Day

The grass sprouts green
the only color on a
Grey and would be
lonely day.
The waters flow down
in a rush to give
life and hope:
A baptized life on the earth
the green
on a gray and
would be
lonely day
For today
I sit with you
My ladies of the Lord
In gratitude and praise
for this gray day
Speckled with sprouts o
of green
To give thanks
and share in our triumphs
Our Trials
Our joys and sadness
No longer is the day
to be viewed as gray
For we have gathered together
Our light shines out
From with in
It adds
to the green sprouts of hope
On a never to be lonely day

The Day after the rain. A counting story

Yesterday it rained and rained. It rained so much that the street looked like a river.
Today we took a walk and guess what we saw. We saw FROGS! We saw them everywhere.

I tried to pick one up, but he was scared. He got so close to the ground he looked like a rock. Then I saw two more, 2+1=3. They too hopped away.
We saw a big one. He was hiding under the big tree by the mail box. 3+1=4, four frogs I've seen today.

We, Mom and I, walked a little farther down the way. Over at the flower pot we saw even more frogs. There was one more to add to our list. This frog was really tiny. 4+1 that makes five. Five frogs I have seen so far.

A little farther on our walk, Mom spotted one at the neighbors drive. He was fat and green with 6 black dots. Wow was he big! He was the sixth frog we saw.

As we turned the corner down the lane, Mom and I added another frog to our count. This one makes 7 as he sits on a log. 6+1, yes that is 7.

We walked past Mr. McMillan in his yard. He was kneeling down looking at his pond. He waved and called us over. " Hello, good morning Mrs. Jenkins and Lorelei. Would you like to see the frogs in the fish pond? Of course we did. There in the pond we saw three of the tiniest frogs. This brings our total to 10. Number 8 was in the middle of a lily. Number 9 was on the turtle's shell and number 10 was the tiniest of them all. He was barely visible on the edge of the water.

What a wonderful time we had counting frogs on our walk, the day after the rain.

Old Spice and a sense of calm

The Lord is working on me. I know he is because since my last post, Something inside my head has changed. I have enjoyed spending time with my husband. I walked into the living room the other day and he had just left and I could smell him. Well the smell that makes me think of him.
I 'll get hints of the smell of Old Spice mixed with the sweat of the day and my heart melts. I miss him. I miss being able to be me with him. I know the Lord is telling me not to give up. I just need to follow that advice and stop my mind from wandering to that fence where the grass is only a different uglier shade. I know what is right and I must do that. Like we teach our children. I pray the Lord gives me strength and courage to find comfort in the love of my youth.