It’s been a very, very strange Saturday. Surreal, even.
My daughter and her husband are off to Thailand to celebrate their ten year anniversary (yay!)… their youngest son was admitted to hospital with an asthma attack (BOO!) and is being looked after by the other set of grandparents. Hubby is working the weekend (which he almost never, ever does), and I have care of my eldest grandson for the moment. The two of us attended a circus today. As you do.
In the midst of all this craziness, Big Brother and I took some some time out and had a lovely ramble around the countryside during the closing hour of the day. The sun was glancing off everything and painting it gold against a leaden sky. It was so beautiful, I wanted to cry.
I snapped this photo while wandering through a field of feed corn… it pretty much paints the colour of my heart right now. I know Little Brother will be fine – we have been here many times with his asthma, and he is in the best of hands. But still…
God is good to paint beauty on a dark sky, as he paints it in my dark heart. I am so very grateful for each and every tiny blessing in my life, starting with breath.
Never take a single one for granted.
“…because he himself gives to all people life and breath and all things.” – Acts 17:25
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