Every year in October I seek alone time for a retreat. My wonderful friend suggested her condo at the beach. Call me blessed! See you next week!
Lord, How Happy! by George MacDonald
O Lord, how happy is the time When in thy love I rest! When from my weariness I climb Even to thy tender breast! The night of sorrow endeth there- Thou art brighter than the sun; And in thy pardon and thy care The heaven of heaven is won.