Spent the morning at the church with Bob, Barbara and others, preparing everything for Easter. People kept arriving with baskets of flowers- it all looks lovely. The young people have made Easter Gardens. Halfway home, I remembered I had taken my camera- but I'd been so busy, I'd forgotten to photograph anything!
The village is looking gorgeous though - hosts of flowers in the gardens and blossom on the trees. So I took some pictures of the gardens I passed on my walk home. How blessed we are, to live in such a beautiful spot!
Has anyone by fussing before the mirror ever gotten taller by so much as an inch? [well I certainly haven't!] If fussing can't even do that, why fuss at all?
Walk into the fields and look at the flowers. They don't fuss with their appearance—but have you ever seen colour and design quite like it? The ten best-dressed men and women in the country look shabby alongside them. If God gives such attention to the flowers, most of them never even seen, don't you think
He'll attend to you, take pride in you, do His best for you?