Lest We Forget

In Flanders Fields

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

John McCrae


Remembering with gratitude all who have sacrificed for the freedoms I too often take for granted.

Sundown Surprise

I stepped outside to go to church last night and had to run back in for the camera. My eye caught sight of this down by the lake and couldn't quite believe what it was seeing.




When I zoomed in I was in awe.



God's gifts come in so many surprise packages. No bow needed.

The Start of a New Year

The weather here has been gray and rainy.
All three of us are sick.
The house is a wreck.

In spite of all this the new year looks good.

God is in control.

I am content to rest in that.

Happy New Year!