When you have to stop and run home to get something that will somehow try and capture what you see around you and and that is filling your heart with gratitude for all that God has done, and for how He leads us and guides us to where He wants us to be, and how His will is perfect.
For the bright blue pitchers filled with white Georgia cotton that look like sky and clouds.
As far as the east is from the west, so far has he taken my sins from me.
As far as the heavens are above the earth, so great is my Father's love.
Sunday afternoons are when you go back inside, and look around at faces close to you, and know you are loved.
It is so good to dwell together in unity. For there the Lord commands the blessing-life forever.
I hope your Autumn is behaving beautifully. Ours is! Much love to you! And much joy, thinking about The Church, and of loving Her...