Writing a blog is somewhat like writing a diary that you place out on the sidewalk for anyone to see who wishes to stop and open it. Sometimes, I think I'm talking to a wall, but that's O.K. It still feels right, so I do it. I don't write as often as before because I'm getting home later than I used to, and the evening disappears quickly. When I started this entry this evening, the light was shining beautifully on the trees in the back field, but it's faded to soft, almost colorless hues now. The birds are no longer belting out their daily melodies. Instead, they are tucking themselves into the trees and jarbling. It reminds me of the soft sounds Nikky made when she was a baby singing to herself in the crib. Two sandhill cranes are hogging the bird feeder, but no one seems to mind. Long, soft, warm evenings are heavenly. I knew it would be a beautiful day from beginning to end because it had such a lovely start.
I don't have my Bible out on the back porch with me, but a verse comes to mind that's fitting. It was on a print that I gave to Mama and Daddy once, that came back to me after they died.
"This is the day the Lord hath made, I will rejoice and be glad in it."
Something in my mind makes me want to put the word exceedingly in front of glad. I can't remember this minute whether it "officially" belongs there, but it belongs.
Peace. Love, Linda
3 comments:
No, you're not writing to a wall! We're out here!
Been out of town without a computer, so haven't read anything until today. You're right, exceedingly does belong there even though it's not in the scripture verse. I think if we could have a mindset of placing it there things would look more beautiful. see you soon, love mary
Thank you both. Love you. Linda
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