As an attempt to do a little catching up and give some attention to my neglected blog, I'm going to gather the moments and reflect on the past couple of months. (I'll "gather" April soon.)
March was many days of rain and only a few days of sun-filled rooms (but oh how I soaked those in!). It was a ladies' retreat. It was a 1000-piece Jane Austen-themed puzzle that took a long time to complete because spring break went too quickly.
March was continuing a ladies' Bible study and reveling in the fellowship after a year with few connections. It was making scones or muffins on Thursday mornings and sipping coffee and delving into the Red Sea (not literally, of course).
March was a 19th anniversary and a 3rd birthday.
March was coffee-drives and chatting and loving green and buds and colorful blooms and families of goslings.
March was remembering last year.
March was sorting through photos and letters and memories. March was joy and tears.
March was a song that is a Psalm that came and stayed in my mind and and in my heart and strengthened me.
March was the celebration of the Resurrection, and the promise of eternal life!
March was continuing a ladies' Bible study and reveling in the fellowship after a year with few connections. It was making scones or muffins on Thursday mornings and sipping coffee and delving into the Red Sea (not literally, of course).
March was a 19th anniversary and a 3rd birthday.
March was coffee-drives and chatting and loving green and buds and colorful blooms and families of goslings.
March was remembering last year.
March was sorting through photos and letters and memories. March was joy and tears.
March was a song that is a Psalm that came and stayed in my mind and and in my heart and strengthened me.
March was the celebration of the Resurrection, and the promise of eternal life!
O Death, where is your sting?
O Hades, where is your victory?
The sting of death is sin, and the strength of sin is the law.
But thanks be to God, who gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.
I Corinthians 15: 55-57