God time

This morning while Terr was at meetings, I picked up my new Indian flute, my sketch pad and telephone. I walked outside my door to call Kim (pray for my older children and their father, who is having open heart surgery as I write) play soft musical notes, draw a flower and watch for what God had in store for me. It was a lovely, restful time. I found peace, reassurance that life continues, an eye full of beauty, and I made a new friend. That's what happens when you have time to be still and listen. -mpc