I've been watching this little fellow through my front room window nearly every day during the winter months.
Back in the 90's I filled baskets of hydrangea blossoms near the end of summer to bring a country crafty feel to the indoors. Remember that? I made hydrangea wreaths, tucked dried bits into the Christmas tree and glue-gunned individual blossoms to wooden crafts.
The last few years, I've been leaving the tired old blossoms on the plant.
I leave them on until spring and once broken branches begin to litter the garden from nest making projects,
I take my clippers and clean the old growth to allow the new growth room to sprout.
The little fellow and I have an arrangement.
I'll leave the hydrangea alone.
He'll come to rest away from the tedious squawking of the crows that sit on a telephone lines across the way.
Yesterday we attended a memorial for a very dear friend who we learned to know through marriage mentoring. It was a beautiful service full of loving tributes and pictures and one amazing song "I can only Imagine". I saw her little grands sitting there in the front row. The family will miss this beautiful woman who somehow succeeded in living an uncomplicated life. Marie's journey can be read through the words of her daughter-in-law here. Like Marie, we will all pass from this world one day. I learned so much from Marie as she rested in the knowledge that God was in control. She said to me one day as I was visiting her. "Lovella. . .I will not die one day sooner than God intends." (she was smiling as she said this)
Another family that I do not know but know people that are walking this journey alongside is saying goodbye to a husband and daddy today. Jillian writes so beautifully out of her pain. I just can't imagine what they are going through but I see that through her writing, her journey will help others when they face difficulties that this world brings. My heart is heavy for them today. I woke up early this morning and prayed that they will have strength and rest in a day that should leave them exhausted and broken. I know that they are surrounded by such dear friends who are providing them little avenues of rest in the midst of the storm.
Early this morning I heard of yet another friend who's husband is in surgery.
I pray that his life will be spared and his loving wife will find rest. .
in the middle of this storm.
all for now . .