With hearts aflame*
by chuckofish
It was a lovely flyover weekend with temperatures here near 80 degrees on Sunday.
I worked hard outside on Saturday spreading mulch and my back hurt on Sunday so I slowed down some. I planted geraniums in pots.
The boy came over on Saturday night because he was “batching it”–we watched our all-time favorite episodes of Miami Vice:
“Out Where the Buses Don’t Run” (season 2, episode 3)
and “El Viejo” (season 3, episode 7)
They never disappoint. We are huge nerds, I know, but we amuse ourselves.
In church we sang one of my favorite hymns which always makes me cry.
And it did.
I leave you with the third verse:
The sure provisions of my God attend me all my days;
oh, may thy house be mine abode and all my work be praise.
There would I find a settled rest, while others go and come;
no more a stranger or a guest, but like a child at home.
(Isaac Watts)
Have a good week.
*Hymn #478, Jesus, our mighty Lord, our strength in sadness



