There is this draw here...

now I know that you are reading this blog, that wasn't there before. Before I was just talking to God on my keyboard, now I'm talking to people as well and it changes the dynamic. It makes me aware when time lapses, yet life is so abundantly full, that prayer takes place washing dishes, making beds, going for walks and does not need this medium, really. (Of course, Linda, you have always been there, faithful, but I knew you'd forgive me if I missed a week, or month.) There comes, too, the thought, that if I have a readership, there may be something worth reading and perhaps I should keep on, changing the dynamic again. I wonder if that's pride or ego, or just a sense of responsibility...Abba, Father, what do you desire of me?

Thank-you Father for:
867. sending a competent builder to fix the water damage in our house
868. having my husband home to work with him when it needed to be done
869. my one remaining butterfly with crumpled wings
870. children, such a lovely idea of Yours
871. pears
872. family vacation
873. columbine and Queen Anne's lace
874. my son's gift of humour

And this beautiful day, Lord. I feel so blessed just to be alive. This miracle of life with You, Your love remaining even though I clearly don't deserve it. Thank-You, Jesus, for what You've done for me, breaking off 30 years of deep depression and truly giving me new life, patiently showing me a new way to live, one filled with joy, hope and grace to try again every time I choose the wrong way or I make a mistake. For these past few years of air, light and love, thank-You. I praise You, Lord, because You are so worthy of my praise.