My day began with this and plenty of coffee. BJ’s is the best!

It included a quick stop to buy sunflowers for a party with friends.

Then there was dinner and time to talk and play with paper dolls.

We celebrated with Rebecca and Albert and Johanna.

And here is how we ended the day. Pretty perfect. Thank You, God.

These guys caught my attention recently while shopping in a Mast General store in North Carolina. Sometimes, I’ll have a tender heart and find myself wanting to purchase a monkey like one of these. But then I’ll remember the time I did. I took it home as a gift to the dogs and they proceeded to rip it’s arms off in short order. So, that happy thought is something I won’t follow through on ever again.

Last week as I toured a manufacturing company,  I was reminded anew that we truly are precious stones being set in a foundation of infinite love and hope. And and buffing and shaping of our lives is only meant to bring out the true color and depth of our character.

My trip north was cut short after I learned the news that my uncle had passed away, but before I left Denny and Joy managed to take me out to photograph a couple of barns. We only had a few minutes, but we all fell in love with this one. It had a new roof but its siding was in desperate need of repair.

And this barn appeared to have an old church window on its side. Everyone kept looking for red barns but I really would have been okay with white barns. They seem to fit the Pennsylvania countryside best.

I thought I would post something simple this morning. The wall surrounding Christ Church on St. Simons Island has been photographed, I’m sure, many times by thousands of people. This is the church where in March 1736, Reverend Charles Wesley, who also served as Secretary for Indian Affairs and chaplain to General James Oglethorpe, began his ministry on the island.

From 1736-1766, many of the religious services on the island were conducted by brothers John and Charles Wesley, along with George Whitfield, among other clergy members of the Society for the Propagation of the Gospel. Whew! That’s a lot of history. If only these bricks could talk!!