Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
From:
Hope is The Thing With Feathers
by Emily Dickinson
I enjoyed a great week-end. GLOW on Saturday is always a good time. We've been meeting at the church and loving it, so much more room and much better than meeting in a restaurant. We plan to meet at the church when we're doing a Bible study, other times we'll go to a restaurant. We've been bringing our own lunch but last week one of the ladies made King Ranch Chicken and brought it to share. Yummy!
Sunday afternoon our daughter and her hubby came by for a visit and later in the afternoon we went out to eat.
I almost forgot to tell you what I did on Friday!
I've been wanting pink yep I said pink ~ hilites, so, I did it!
Pink on silver!!
It's a temporary spray so it will wash out, but it's a fun thing to do. We went to eat Friday night and I received three compliments,
one was from a gentleman! lol
And my GLOW Sisters loved it!!
Until Next Time
Enjoy living day by day as the Lord provides.
