We leave tomorrow morning to visit the kids and grands in Dallas. We're taking Great-grandma and Great-grandpa with us. We will be four generations of family. I know how very blessed we are.






The abundance of butterflies. They are so delicately beautiful. I watched one this morning when we stopped for our water break on our bike ride - black with blue "etchings". Oh Father - You truly are the Master Artist.

An afternoon of visiting with our daughter and hearing all about her time in Versailles.

Just the tiniest hint of fall in the air in the evenings - the promise of cooler days.

Freshly plowed fields - the richness of dark soil against vivid green.

The silly antics of the little squirrel who lives in our old oak tree. He is quite the little acrobat. In these very dry times I've seen him gracefully leap up onto the edge of the birdbath and take a refreshing drink.



Studying the Psalms - the way the words express so precisely all those things I feel in the depths of my heart. The encouragement in knowing that I can always tell the Father exactly how I'm feeling - even when I'm at my worst. He never fails to bend down to listen, to draw me into His arms, to fill me with His all-sufficient presence.

For the encouragment of friends just exactly when I need it - a gift from their hearts and His.

I must go and get ready for our little trip. We leave first thing in the morning. Have a blessed weekend everyone. I'll see you in a few days.

Blessings,