Let us put by some hour of every day for holy things...

I will not doubt, though all my ships at sea
Come drifting home with broken masts and sails.
I will believe the Hand which never fails,
From seeming evil, worketh good for me.
And though I weep because those sails are tattered,
Still will I cry, while my best hopes lie shattered:
I trust in Thee.
--Ann Kimmel

Although the fig tree shall not blossom, neither shall fruit be in the vines, the labor of the olive shall fail and the fields shall yield no meat, the flock shall be cut off from the fold and there shall be no herd in the stalls, yet I will rejoice in the Lord, I will joy in the God of my salvation. Habakkuk 3:17-18

Sunday, April 7, 2013

Last Installment: Earth's Greatest Day


Last Sunday was almost as warm and sunny as summer, but this week we're back to cold rain and heavy jackets. Ah, well!  At least things are greening up and, in the flowerbeds and my private nook in the woods, forgotten treasures are daily reappearing to remind me of flowers soon to come--grape hyacinths, columbines, bluebells, and peonies. 

This afternoon I spent three pleasant hours measuring, cutting, and pinning strips of fabric for the wedding bag order I've undertaken, while re-watching the first season of Call the Midwife. It was most enjoyable--quiet, uninterrupted, peaceful. I've been enjoying this series very much, and my daughter has been urging me to read the book. Or was it a book series? Anyway, she highly recommends it, and I am going to track it down eventually.

Well, it's nearly 7 p.m., so I'd better do as I promised and post the final chapter and epilogue of Earth's Greatest Day. I apologize in advance for the state of the epilogue, which has been partly torn away. I hope you've found it worthwhile.


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