The Day...it is beautiful. It is perfect... specially ordered.
Later...
She got married and it was absolutely, wonderfully good.
Some photos of what we were doing last year on this very day.
the journal continues...
On the front porch overlooking the ridge sipping my first cup of hot coffee. Words. At the present the words are scampering, not able to be spoken or even recorded here in this journal as I would prefer. They are just felt. Many things hidden in the heart, digging, delving deep, to settle a bit. Too much to take in all at one time. Much like a garden dream, the mature garden I hope to have one day, a touch of beautiful senses every single place you set your eyes...
I look up and I pray to my Lord, with tears. S0 very thankful. SO full of the riches of His marvelous grace, enduring mercy, and steadfast faithfulness.
It was under a tall, stately oak tree she married that June day of 2024, just liked she had planned. It was a worship service where hymns of praise were sung and prayers were lifted up before the giving of the vows.
And then we celebrated with a wedding feast... her style... with family, friends, food and dancing.
And all too soon, it was time for the new Mr. And Mrs... to leave together, wedded.
“You have been the last dream of my soul.”
- Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities
In my Journal...
I can not get one beautiful picture off my swirling mind- the beaming brightness of my daughter's face as she walked down the aisle with her father- flowers in her hair- and all.
