Fading Glory

The grass withers

and the flowers fade

but the Word of God abides forever

To all perfection I see a limit; but your commands are boundless.

Psalm 119:96

I'm pretty sure that September is my favorite month. I know that today it is. Ask me again in May. I can't tell you how intensely I enjoyed sitting in the back garden this afternoon. I can't imagine perfection being much better. I guess I would eliminate the sound of vehicles going down my street or would ask for an enhanced sense of smell for my dysfunctional passage way. Other than that, it was pretty much perfect as I sat and read my book this afternoon.

Sometimes (most times) I can still hardly believe that we live where we do. I remember having such a longing to own a home after we moved to Canada and sold ours States side. We rented for fourteen years and in the process God taught me to be content. He showed me that He is my Dwelling Place and that in Him I am most at Home. The lesson wasn't lost on me. I still know that. Maybe that's why the feelings are so intense when added with the natural blessings and beauty that now surround me. I am so thankful. Thankful to the Lord. Thankful to my husband who works so hard to create this environment. Thankful to have the privilege of being a homemaker. Thankful.

The last vestiges of summer are still beautiful. The air is clean and crisper as autumn whispers its arrival. September also brought the birth of our little granddaughter, Lola Marie. I will see her before the month's end. Life doesn't get much better than this.