I live in the Midwestern United States. We are in a sever drought. The grass in my yard is scourged by the sun. That is no big deal because no one has to live off my grass. But the farmers and cattle rangers are in severe problem. That is going to affect all of us when food prices go through the roof.
But our plight is nothing compared to people in Third World countries. So we should not complain. When they have drought in the deserts of Africa, that’s another story.
This is my discolored yard
I wish for dark clouds but they don’t come. This morning while I had my devotion enjoying the outdoors before the worse heat sets in, I felt a few sprinkles, but that’s all!
When I traveled with two of “my girls” (my son-in-law would correct me and say that they are NOT my girls, and of course I know that, but I still feel they are part of me) to meet their dad in Miami and “deliver them” to their rightful owner (but even if they are “his girls” they are only a loan, because we all belong to God), I had a few showers here and there drop from the sky.
Camera in hand, here are some clouds I photographed. I love this digital age, especially because of my tiny digital camera! A few years ago, who would have thought you could drive and shoot (pictures, I mean!)?
This is the kind of sky I’m hoping to see over my yard. The pictures are from last Friday, but only sunny clouds have hovered over my house.
I took some other pictures last Friday. Those are precious. “My girls” visiting their aunts grave in the Garden of the Crosses.
Tomorrow is going to be an exciting day. I’m going to a wedding. Not any wedding. The daughter of one of my Sunday School girls from Peru is getting married. I’m going to meet some friends from Peru I haven’t seen in many, many years. I can’t wait! You’ll hear all about it.
Forgive me, I went back to check on last week’s post and the pictures from the Garden of the Crosses were there. Does that mean I miss my daughter so much I have to post them twice? It probably means I’m getting so old my memory is failing.
Maybe we need a double reminder of what the crosses mean. Let the love of Jesus overflow in your heart. Have a great weekend!