Here is a painting to remind us of the days when we appreciated the cooler temperatures....
The blossoms on the vine were small and white only yesterday, Now they’re morphing into rosy pink, so colorful and gay.
Sing praise to the Rock of our salvation...
He is waiting too...
Be still, and know that I am God: I will be exalted among the heathen, I will be exalted in the earth. ~Psalm 46:10
Unto Thee will I cry, O LORD my rock; be not silent to me: lest, if Thou be silent to me, I become like them that go down into the pit.
For ye have not received the spirit of bondage again to fear; but ye have received the Spirit of adoption, whereby we cry, Abba, Father.
My garden’s a place where I take in the fresh air, Follow the butterfly With silent, watchful eye,
O Lord, I want to love You more, Keep Your law, Stand in awe.
No more complaints, All ye His saints, Give thanks to God!