Honoring Mothers...at Foothills Community Chapel
uh oh,must be this usher slipped out first as the men were dismissed:).
After a nice lunch together my family blessed me to do whatever I would desire that afternoon. Considering one daughter was out of state and the boys had soccer plans anyway later that afternoon,I decided to find a quiet spot with my mother's quilt by lake Lure instead of the usual choice of us all playing crochet in the backyard. Therapeutic it was.Rich and alive broke He The Word to my seeking soul.The church bell chiming out hymns from the nearby mountain at six o'clock was "the cherry on top" from the Lord as I packed up my basket homeward to again attempt Christ's Motherhood call for me.