In short, I am miserable.
But ... I am choosing my focus, again.
Here's what I saw, today:
|that precious little face|
|old books, good books|
|Ginger the cat, and her new kittens|
|fragrance of paradise: lemon blossom|
|farm boots and comfy crocs|
|sisters, sometimes friends|
|fresh duck eggs|
|Spice and her butterfly collection|
|Spice's nest and egg collection|
|terrarium made by Sugar|
|Carolina wren chicks, hatched in our greenhouse, in a bag of peat moss|
"Open wide your mouth and I will fill it ...
... you would be fed with the finest of wheat;
with honey from the rock I would satisfy you."
Psalm 81:10, 16
The beauty is there, and even my tortured eyes can choose to see. The gifts go on . . .