It was late in the afternoon when I started out on my walk today. As per my usual habit, I started taking photos as I went along, so in lieu of a lot of writing, I’ll just post some of those and let them speak for themselves, unless I’ve got something to say.
Little baby tree holding hands with Mom and Dad trees. That’s what I saw. And now, thanks to your imagination, you see it too.
I’m always keenly aware in the cemetery that all these dead names are living memories for someone else. Makes you think.
It was when I got the camera out to take the lone leaf photo that I realized that somewhere along the way, I’d dropped the lens cap. Rats. I took the photo anyway, and then followed my footsteps back the way I’d come, looking intently in the snow and frozen dirt for it. I got all the way back to the last photo I’d taken where I knew I’d still had the cap and didn’t find it. Double rats. I turned around again and there, just a few steps ahead of me, the cap was lodged in the snow and dirt. Double yay! I trudged back toward home feeling the cold nip at my face, but generally pleased with this little bit of kind providence. The sun was going down behind the gray clouds and streetlights and yard lights were coming on.
Another Sabbath day is coming to an end, and in my heart, I’m still singing one of the hymns we sang in church today:
God is working his purpose out as year succeeds to year;
God is working his purpose out, and the time is drawing near;
Nearer and nearer draws the time, the time that shall surely be,
When the earth shall be filled with the glory of God as the waters cover the sea.
Amen!
I’ll probably delete this in the morning.
Lynniebeemuseoday 