Struggling Well With Life

Walking up to church this morning I was so struck by the beauty of the morning, trees in bloom, birds-a-chirping, and was reminded of that old hymn - “This is my Father’s world”. And what a spectacular world it is! I was talking to my brother yesterday in Jersey, where not bud is on the trees, and I pulled off three full bags of grass from my yard this weekend. All you can do is pity those poor Northerners, and thank God for the splendor of the South. Grateful for a new day, grateful for the gift of Spring, and grateful for the opportunity to worship today!