I was wheeling myself into the kitchen a couple of days ago when I looked up at the table and noticed this lovely scene. It made me think of a perfectly framed picture of the blessings I have been receiving during my time of recovery.
A vase filled with lovely yellow flowers brought by a friend who stopped by to spend the morning with me.
The 1928 version of The Book of Common Prayer, a wonderful and thoughtful gift sent to me by my cousin who remembers my Anglican roots.
A gift of beauty for the eyes.
A gift lovingly prepared to nourish the body.
A gift of prayer to nourish the soul.