If you didn’t know that angel trumpets are flowers, what would you think of? Maybe just angel trumpets! I picture the angels sounding the trumpets announcing that Jesus is coming back! Read about it in 1 Thessalonians 4:13-18. Nothing brings more joy to my heart.
This past weekend Ola and I saw angel trumpets overflowing on a balcony in Almult. Ola, my brother-in-law was kind enough to drive me to the service where I preached in Almhult, a town in southern Smaland, in the south part of Sweden. We lived there in 1973. Those angel trumpets are probably long gone by now. The temperature has plummeted way under the freezing point. I’m glad I arrived here in time to see some of the flowers before they froze.
I took a picture of a very “Swedish” house; then I realized I had taken some more. My sister says that’s the most popular color. I thought it was red. You might remember that I had a blog about houses: red houses
It’s not red, but yellow. And it fits with the flag. Who knows, maybe it’s planned like that!
It was communion Sunday. You can see the Communion table all set, the baptistry, the pulpit, and those serving Communion. See the little girls at the bottom of the picture? She’s not your typical Swedish girl but she sure is your typical kid of the new millennium. My grandchildren do the same thing, especially David. One of his most popular phrases is probably, “May I play the phone?”
After the service my friend Solveig invited us dinner. I could walk around her house and take pictures of everything. She’s got such good taste! But I did that last time I visited her. Now I just enjoyed her food. Ola took pictures outside for me. The big tree is from the front of her house.
The flowers in the circle on the right were the centerpiece, rescued before the freeze came along. And here are some more, captured with my camera by Ola, except for the cute flower-pot turtle.
Tomorrow I’ll have some more pictures. This coming weekend I’m going to Tidan. The ticket is purchased. Everything’s done on-line. Just like when you travel by plane, you get an e-ticket for the train ride.
Do pray for me. My feet have taken the same beating as the flowers. They are stiff and “frozen.” On Saturday I will have to change from one train to another. They predict it might be raining. I keep holding on to what the Lord said to Paul, “May grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness!”
Blessings to all my blog-reader friends!