Two gifts that hit bulls-eye were from third son, his wife, and their son on their last visit to the country.
Their first gift is this bag designed with nothing but books, books, books—the reasons for my happy and busy days.
Inside this bag was the second gift—a painting kit (acrylic, my medium), complete with a tiny easel and a canvas, the reasons for my happy and restful days.
I put the bag to use by packing it with my teaching ammo and my chronological Bible (gift from first son), which is what I read in my in-between hours—between waiting for and finally consulting with my doctor; between one class and the next; between appointments; between whatever.
I put the painting kit to work and came up with this:
2 comments:
Wish I may, wish I might, receive my own gifts for the soul. On the contrary, if I count my blessings, God's gifts for the soul reach to the moon and back!
Yes, we do receive from above countless and endless gifts every single day! We can't thank Him enough. Thanks for visiting, Vie.
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