God's Thoughts

Who can fathom God's ways? Who can know His thoughts? I remind myself via the Mud Room which is my pathway to the laundry room on the left and the kitchen on the right.

I see just a glimpse of God's greatness in the wildflowers that emerged from scattered seeds Gary and I tossed to the freshly toiled ground just months earlier...

And the roses that started out as timid green vine... now bursting with color

And Oh! Those gorgeous hydrangias!

My eyes see the glorious earthly decor as I peer out my bedroom window.... But it's only a tiny portion of God's beauty. Who can know His Glory? Who can fathom His Perfect-ness? Who can know His Ways?

Pack Animal

Ok. So my research confirms my suspicions. My dog's ancestors were pack animals. She'll put up with a lot, just to be close to one of us.

And when she can't find a living, breathing human to pack with she makes believe.

She's so needy.

And so misunderstood.

He Thinks He's Elvis

Gary thinks he's Elvis. Shhh... we won't tell him he's not. It might ruin his vacation.

Our anniversary vacation-time is always so relaxing. I don't want to go home. Gary doesn't look like he does either...

Sideways picture. LOL. Silly Museum stuff.

Elvis in jail? No way.