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

Monday, March 10, 2014

Get Well Wishes to a Special Friend

My best buddy has shingles. So I made and sent her this homemade card, and now I'm sharing it with the world through the internet.


From my ugly mug....

 ...to yours.

 Get well soon.


After all, what are friends for?


  1. By the way, Claudia, that's some really weird lookin' shingles. This Rum and Root beer is for you.

  2. Yeah, I know! It was the ugliest one I could find, though!