I recognize that sometimes I use this blog to complain and grumble about the things that are difficult here (no my windshield has not been repaired yet), or sad (my fingers caressing the many infected cuts on little Kevin’s legs),  or irritating (the barking dogs at night – oh so many barking dogs). But this morning I walked out into my garden and just felt so grateful for the beauty I saw there.  I generally suck as a gardener, but we bloomed stuff!  I reminded myself once again that even when situations here are difficult, when what I encounter in the homes and people I visit feels like walking in a dry and parched land, life is good.  Very good.  And I rejoice in it.

“The desert and the parched land will be glad; the wilderness will rejoice and blossom.  Like the crocus, it will burst into bloom; it will rejoice greatly and shout for joy.”  Is 35.2