Howe, Indiana, to Marietta, Pennsylvania – Tuesday, December 10
For some reason this song kept running through my head as I watched the day break on Tuesday.
Morning Has Broken – by Eleanor Farjeon
Morning has broken, like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning
Praise for the springing fresh from the word
Sweet the rain’s new fall, sunlit from heaven
Like the first dewfall, on the first grass
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden
Sprung in completeness where his feet pass
Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning
Born of the one light, Eden saw play
Praise with elation, praise every morning
God’s recreation of the new day.
We were a bit concerned about the roads as we neared Pennsylvania because there was enough snow to close schools earlier in the day.
However, it was warm enough that the roads were clear by the time we neared the TFC office near Marietta.
I thought this Christmas decoration looked pretty with the snow-covered branches.
It was good to see the sunset from our own house that evening.
On Wednesday evening we planned to visit Cerwin’s mother.
She called that afternoon and asked if we would like to come for supper.
She made a delicious pot of chicken noodle soup.
How blessed we are to have a ninety-six-year-old mother who still enjoys cooking for us.
Dessert: Cookies (Deb, I imagine you recognize these.) and rhubarb Jell-O.
Yes, it is good to be home.