Meditation
While waiting for me to come home from Perkins tonight, Julie posted a comment that about says it all.
"Lost in meditation? It's 10:09pm on a Tuesday night. The dog, fish and toddler are all asleep. Strawberry rhubarb crisp is ready for dessert. The house tidy and quiet. But where's my husband? At the Perkins garden. Can he even see the weeds at this hour?"
Well the cutting flowers are all weeded, side dressed and mulched, but it was a long day.
As I bowed down to weed and thin the zinnia seedlings, the following meditation came to mind.
"Praise God, from Whom all zinnias flow;
Praise Him, all seedlings here below;
Praise Him above, ye heavenly host;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost."
1 comment:
I'll be over for Strawberry Rhubarb Crisp! Does it come with vanilla ice cream?
Nice sunset! It was cloudy here all day.
Praise God, from Whom all weeds flow;
Praise Him, all earthlings here below;
He knows what is best for us though;
Praise Him above, ye heavenly host;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost."
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