If your parents are still alive, thank them. At some point the child becomes the parent, and the parent becomes the child.  I haven't reached that point yet, but know it is coming soon.

Good morning to all.  I pray you are well and looking forward to worship service this morning.  We are having our Homecoming/Friends Day at my church.  After the morning worship, we go to the activity building for lunch. Everyone brings the sides and desserts and the church furnishes the ham and turkey.  We cooked our beans, made the slaw and Jim made his cake, so we are ready.  After eating, we gather again in the sanctuary for a short service of special music, testimonies and a short thought from the Pastor.  We will not have a night service.

My hand.....is better, but not 100%.  I have no idea what I did to make it so painful yesterday.  Terri asked if my other hand hurt like this after I had that surgery, and the answer is no.  It has been over two weeks and the outside incision and bruising has done great, but the inside pain has been rough.  It feels like I am being shocked, which of course is the nerves.  Nothing I did seemed to ease that pain, so finally just took a pain pill and went to sleep.  Praying today and going forward will be better.

One of our granddaughters, Rayven, spent the night with us last night.  My son and his wife went to a birthday party of one of their friends, and Jesse was staying with a friend and his family.  Rayven is 14 and thinks she is 21....lol

I have gotten three cards from Postcrossing since I last included them in my blog.  They are from Finland, China, and Poland.

For each new morning with its light,

For rest and shelter of the night,

For health and food, for love and friends,

For everything Thy goodness sends.

~Ralph Waldo Emerson