As I was watering our garden this morning, the mist and fresh breeze reminded me of God’s grace. Fresh. Daily. Soothing and awakening. It was His provision for me.
For anything to grow and flourish, the initial nurturing is essential.
Our garden received the fresh watering with a smile.
It didn’t take long for me to sense God’s presence, right there, in the midst of the ordinary.
Two of my children are home from school today, with that nasty flu bug.