IMMAGINATION

Yesterday was a perfect day and I am so thankful for the coolness in the morning, in fact the whole day was cooler.  I missed having Haiti on my walk today and I missed having her around the house.  The racoon came over the fence sure that he had won the battle.

I took Jim a birthday milkshake but I was a day early.  I had a good visit with some other people too so that was good.

Dad went on a big ride up to Guildford because he wants a container to carry things on his bike.  He has one order from another store.  He is doing amazingly well.
We also got my G.F. bread from White Rock and stopped to look in the consignment store next door.  It is very nicely set up.  I bought a white sweater for 7 dollars.  Very plain but just what I like.  I think my daughters may like this store too but you never know.

“When imagination is playing is playing its highest game, it is important not to let it come out in the open, lest reason should say “Nonsense” and the tension be lost.”  -L.W. Boston,  A Stranger at Greene Kowe.
I do not need to use my imagination as to know this past week-end would be great fun and it was!   It was great to have Shandel and Cameron there.

There is a poem by James W. Johnson who imagines the story of Creation in a work of art that makes the molding of man as a sculptor's work.  Maybe like many a artist they are not really sure of the end product.

"Up from the bed of the river God scooped the clay,
and by the bank of the river He kneeled down
and there the Almighty God who lit the sun and fixed it in the sky,
who flung the stars into the heavens to the far corner of the night,
who rounded the earth in the middle of his hand;
The great God like a mammy bending over her baby, kneeled  down in the dust
toiling over a lump of clay till He shaped it in his own image
(giving it a heart and a mind and emotions)
Then into it He blew the breath of life,
and man became a living soul.

Once this breath breaths new life into each one of us even though we are unworthy we feel His love and acceptance and we are worthy.

"Beneath the surface of every broken person
there is a work of art waiting to be revealed." 
- Mark Batterson,   -"The Circle Maker."