I was working away on my Sunday school stuff, when I heard Bob come upstairs and start shaving. Then he stuck his head round the door and said "Just off out". Now as he has not left the house since Tuesday [apart from a brief trip to the Doctors, and another to arrange a funeral] I was a little concerned."Where to?" "Oh, just to sort something out in the village" And he went.
I pondered for a little while on this. Bob is usually quite open about where he is going. Was there some important, but confidential pastoral matter needing his attention? I trust him, so I just got on with wrapping the Pass the Parcel.
Bob doesn't often buy me flowers, so I was utterly overwhelmed, and temporarily speechless. [briefly - I don't do speechlessness for long!!]
Isn't he gorgeous?
He even asked the florist for red/green colours to fit in with all my Christmas stuff.
I am so glad he is feeling a bit better, and hope that he continues to recover so he is 100% fit for tomorrow and the other remaining Christmas events.
Ah well - excitement over - back to the Sunday school preparations - which I am doing whilst listening to Garrison Keillor's Radio show on the PC - joining in with Jearlyn Steele, who is singing...
Sing the wondrous love of Jesus,
Sing His mercy and His grace.
In the mansions bright and blessèd
He’ll prepare for us a place.
When we all get to Heaven,
What a day of rejoicing that will be!
When we all see Jesus,
We’ll sing and shout the victory!
Let us then be true and faithful,
Trusting, serving every day;
Just one glimpse of Him in glory
Will the toils of life repay.
Onward to the prize before us!
Soon His beauty we’ll behold;
Soon the pearly gates will open;
We shall tread the streets of gold.
They don't write 'em like that any more.