Being in Ministry, I am fortunate to have two places to call home, but there are some common elements :
Last October, we were burgled. Sadly the things that were taken were all of great sentimental rather than monitory value, things with memories attached. The burglars weren’t interested in “stuff” – just money (there was none of that lying around!) and jewellery that could be easily melted down for cash. Consequently we now use our burglar alarm and we have many more of these on gates and garage.
Sight is a precious thing. Just before Christmas my husband had laser eye surgery! I consider this brave (or perhaps foolhardy!) as I wouldn’t let anyone near my eyes with a laser!!! And, after 35 years, I am used to my glasses. (Forgive the bad selfie with a reluctant cat!!)
I am following the RevGals prompt for today, to post a photograph of something I see everyday. It was an easy choice:
These are the hydrangea bushes in the front garden of the manse. The first picture is their summer colours, the second their current (Autumn) colours. I love these bushes and they never fail to lift my spirits. I walk past them every day from the front door to the car. And I often stand and look at them from my front room window.
I am very fortunate to live in a lovely tree lined street and most of the gardens around me have these bushes too, in many different colours. My next door neighbour has blue and white ones.
“Ever since the creation of the world his eternal power and divine nature, invisible though they are, have been understood and seen through the things he has made.” (Romans 1:20)
I am taking up the Challenge to write a blog post every day for November, as I have rather got out of the blogging habit. So much so, that it feels as if I am learning to use WordPress all over again!
The pictures are some of the 131 shoe boxes which my congregation have collected for the Blythswood shoebox appeal.
The quilt was there to help us visualise a story I used during the service, as part of the dedication of our shoeboxes. It is well worth reading here – at the BBC news site, a tale about “the man who kept a quilt for 70 years”.
The quilt in my picture was made by my little sister, as an engagement gift for me and my husband. Although it is not yet 70 years old, it is wearing well in its 32 year! It usually brightens up an old sofa in our front room. It is something I treasure too, because of all the happy associations that come with it, and the knowledge that it was made with such love and care when my sister was just 15.