People hanging around in Gods throne room as a sweet smelling incense before God. Cool, isn’t it. That is what happens to my prayers; and these people are in my prayers. (See Revelations 5:8) Gifted stepdaughters, daughter, Paulandwan (See Tunbridge Wells), beloved brother and wife and an 88 year old lady that could touch her toes.
Breakfast at Suzi’s means shaking hands with the chicken that laid the breakfast egg.
An adorable son with a karate belt and a hug to live for.
Then there is Christine, the star who created this blog for me; and much much more. And if you think she shines you should see her son Heath.
Tea at Swan Hotel Lavenham.
My beloved brother Dale and his wife Sonja.
Memories: A crooked house, money in my pocket and Mary, the fit 88 year old lady who runs a farm and touches her toes before you can say wow.
Kim the daughter. Words could only mess things up. She had the umbilical cord reversed. I was on the receiving end. Big blessings.
Kimmie, holding Yolande and Pauls baby, Ewan. Our visit to Tunbridge Wells.
This summary is only the smell of a delicious meal I share with you readers.