It’s Monday and I’m home.
Last Friday the choir met for our final time onboard the Rotterdam, singing,
“Holy, holy, holy! Lord God Almighty!
Early in the morning our song shall rise to Thee.”
Someone shouted the page # for,”Great is Thy Faithfulness.”
The woman next to me whispered, “I love this part about “all I have need of thy hand hath provided.'”
“You’re the storyteller. Thank you for last night. I’m happy you won.”
Today’s been good and slow: sorting mail, stopping by the grocery store, taking a nap, reading.
Still haven’t unpacked everything from the cruise, experiences or clothes.
Yesterday, after Stan and Judy picked me up at Logan, we stopped at Border’s Cafe. While we munched on chips with salsa, Stan asked if anything stood out from the cruise.
“The Tree in Oslo.”
I wrote about it last Thursday.
The Tree still speaks to me, as I remember its daring leafing out from lopped off branches, green and growing somehow, nourished by hidden resources.
Saturday morning before disembarking I read in The Message words underlined July 2014 at MGH from II Corinthians 4 and 5. God still whispers to the lopped off Tree in me, as once He spoke to Jud and me.
“So we’re not giving up. How could we! Even though on the outside it often looks like things are falling apart on us, on the inside, where God is making new life, not a day goes by without His unfolding grace.”(from chapter 4)
Then, from chapter 5 in The message, “(God) puts a little of heaven in our hearts so that we’ll never settle for less.”
No day on land or sea, for any of us, without “unfolding grace” and hints of “heaven in out hearts.”
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