Patches, the one-eyed cat, passed away yesterday. For a few weeks he's looked like he was wasting away, and God, in His Great Mercy, let Patches go from any suffering. Buck found him barely breathing and asked anyone who wanted said goodbyes though Peace and Wise One were hiking Mt. LeConte with friends and did not have this chance. Patches is buried under a new raised garden bed in the back yard. We wanted even Patches' death to mean new life.
After the boys returned from their three day hike, we celebrated Derby Day with old friends at Svetlana and Baryshinkov's home. Applause to Calvin. Again.
After the party, I found my car had been a victim of a hit-and-run. Things get broken. Things get fixed.
This morning at church I could not stop tears when a dear old friend, whom I consider a living and breathing saint, text read scripture. Before he read he spoke.
"I know commentary is frowned upon during this part of the liturgy. But, folks, you really want to listen to this. It's so good. You're going to love it."
He proceeded to proclaim from The Revelation as if it were now and today. The thing which touched me so deeply was that when I read this particular scripture about the Coming of Christ and the elders falling at His Precious Feet in my own studies, I'd always pictured this man in my imagination being of the elders bowing at the throne. It was a moment of Heaven touching Earth for me personally.
Planted tomatoes, peppers, marigolds, snap dragons, basil, oregano and a white crepe myrtle from Stanley's this afternoon in the raised beds. Gotta plant bean, squash, and zinnia seeds soon.
And a happy elopement and honeymoon to my sister and her new husband. Best wishes.
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