BOOKS

                            Outside of a dog, a book is man's best friend,
 inside a dog it's too dark to read.-Groucho Mark

I love books.  I am always tempted to empty the library and end up taking as many as I can carry with the help of dad.  The library is one of our favorite haunts and I want it to available and well used.  I also love going to the book store and usually end up buying at least one.

So for now I have had enough of the Old Testament although it too can speak into our hearts and reveal some of the hidden darkness there.

Now I am focusing on Jesus.  I usually read a religious book along side a book of fiction and both can be a blessing.  Jane has given me the book "The Kashmir Shawl" by Rosie Thomas which I will be starting to read and the I have "The Hidden Jesus" by Donald Spoto. 

C.S.Lewis said, "I thought I had come to a place, but I found out I had come to a person."

A person who really lived and walked among us and who had a passion for life and for truth,  He was not always understood but as I read again his life and death I find his words transform and heal and comfort me. 

Who knew when dad and I volunteered to be in the nursery at the Vineyard Church, chasing two year old Tavia around that she would end up keeping in touch and  coming to visit us regularly.  This she did on Friday night 20 years later.  She is very helpful and just like family looks to see what is to eat in the frig.  We had a roasted chicken and salad from the store so no worries about cooking.  She also ate lots of chocolate and she brought us up to date on her life which she is very funny.  She has a bike on the ceiling of her tiny apartment in the living room and her gramma's rocking chair on the ceiling of the bedroom.  She also has a drum set and a table set up for her art work.  Her passion is for Jesus and for music right now.  When we visit we will bring our own camping chairs.  O to be young again!  Not!

Had a good visit on the phone with Theresa, Ben and Morgan.  Everyone is so busy so it was good to catch up.

 

We had a story book ending to our day Saturday when Tasha and Justice came knocking on our door for a visit.  We had just gotten home from a pleasant lunch out with Jane and Geof.  We had gone to the golf course just off No. 10.  The one Ken worked at years ago.

Busy day today, church, then a birthday tea for Shirley followed by a birthday dinner for dad at Sandra and Randy's.   Time is the most precious gift we can give one another whether by a note or a phone call or a visit.