Friday afternoon, while knitting and being soothed by the sound of the drizzling rain and ticking clock, the postman left a small package at my back door. The latest issue of Mary Jane's Farm, Welsh Breakfast Tea, and a small jar of rosewater-fragranced moisturizing lotion. What a timely delivery. Sometimes, the most healing things for a mother/grammy's heavy heart is the aroma of afternoon tea, something inspiring to read, and the cream that eases the wrinkles in her drying, aging skin. Life always seems a little more bearable, with a hot cup of tea to wash down the worries. Onward, always, and focused on where our help comes from...a heavenly Father...sending the "rain drips" to help us feel at home with our own tear "drips."
Brighter days ahead...Yes...Amen.