Wednesday, February 15, 2012
Gifts in Shadows
128. In the shadows of early morning, I took my husband to the train station, returned home fully expecting to go back to bed. I didn't. The extra 90 minutes gave me time to process some files and pay bills.
129. The shadow of geese overhead, in full flight, long strings, not always Vs, beautiful against the sunset sky.
130. The shadow of cramps at the base of my skull. No reason that I know, first time I've felt it, seems like it could be a migraine - I don't know, but it sends me boldly to the Throne of Grace to find mercy and grace to help in my time of need.