This morning we girls woke up slowly. Paul left for church and I read Qavah a story from her little children’s Bible. While still in our pajamas we turned on a tape and marched all around her room to the music of When the Saints go Marching In. Qavah loves music of every kind and she really enjoyed the marching. Katy was strong enough to get dressed so when Paul arrived home we were ready to do something different than hang around the house all day.
We took our church’s Sunday service recorded from last week, and put the girls in the car for a ride on the parkway. The leaves are just beginning to turn all those delightful shades of orange, green, and yellow so we drove along the parkway in awe of the Lord’s magnificent paintbrush. The sermon was about the joy of suffering. The man who preached that sermon was familiar with heartache and therefore his words were filled with hope for us. It all comes down to trusting that God is for us, and loves us, through all the trials this life brings our way. The message had us in tears several times because the emotions are still so raw. But while the tears flowed we looked out across the Blue Ridge Mountains on this beautiful Sabbath day and rested in the knowledge that He Who made the mountains holds us all together as we live out our lives by faith.Comments: