Skipping

 Skipping in-person church today to take care of my colon.  I think it's healing.  I'll attend online.  The men are singing at both services so Doug is gone for the morning.  I'm adding Noah to the blog today.  He fills in as an acolyte on many Sundays.  Both he and Andrew are attending bell rehearsal after church on most Sundays.  They both are great willing helper

 Short report...hammering did jump the thread off the wall.  Not many spools but a few.  

I'm adding a picture today from the Michigan Russell family.  They are nearing the end of lambing season.  This week they added another set of twins.  I think it's the second set for this year.  Such cute little babies every spring romping with their mothers in the pasture. Some are all black and some are all white.  Why?  Not sure.  

And not to be forgotten.  The Christmas Cactus still is gifting a flower now and then.  I think there will be a couple more before spring.  Looking for more next year.  

Once again I hear my mother singing in the kitchen fixing Sunday morning breakfast.  Her song and mine.   I owe the Lord a morning song of gratitude and praise, for the kind mercy he has shown in lengthening out my days.  Tomorrow I'm naming the day signature day.  It's been four months since my first meeting with breast cancer Dr. Schneider after the discovery of pre-cancer tissue. The morning brings a mammogram at the Simon Cancer Center.  Then a bit later an explanation about what has been discovered.  It will be a morning of character building.    I've had a few of those and will add another to the collection.  Now there are questions and answers tomorrow.  That's a very good thing.  

I'm thinking of a song and I only have words here and there but words remembered are that God has not promised skies always blue but the promise is that there will be strength for tomorrow.  

What a gift I received from Nancy B.

God hath not promised skies always blue

Flower-strewn pathways all our lives through

God hath not promised sun without rain, 

Joy without sorrow, peace without pain.

But God hath promised strength for the day

Rest for the labor, light for the way,

Grace for the trials, help from above,

Unfailing sympathy, undying love.  

God hath not promised we shall not know

Toil and temptation, trouble and woe:

He hath not told us we shall not bear

Many a burden, many a care.

God hath not promised smooth roads and wide

Swift, easy travel, needing no guide;

Never a mountain, rocky and steep, 

Never a river, turbid and deep.