Spoiled For Choice

Psalm 100:3

Know that the LORD is God.

 It is He who made us,

 and we are His; we are His people,

 and the sheep of His pasture.

Isaiah 64:8

But now, O LORD, You are our Father; 

we are the clay, and You are the potter;

 we are all the work of Your hand.

Ephesians 2:10

For we are His workmanship, 

created in Christ Jesus for good works,

which God prepared beforehand

 that we should walk in them.

Once more a smorgasbord of choice is set before our hungry eyes

Our bellies roar and soon give voice to more than we may first surmise...

Two wedding showers this weekend to celebrate our daughter's marriage

allowed us to be spoiled for choice of yummy refreshment...

and allowed our daughter to be showered with gifts/aka love!

On any given day we are spoiled for choice as we gaze at Mercy's Feast!

Once more life’s workaday resumes its give and take of smiles and tears

Day breaks across a splay of tombs left in the wake of Yesteryears

What was is gone; what waits to be, veiled by breath-sheer breadth of What Is,

The gaping yon of history shaped by Now-and-here’s That and This

Once more we meet God-granted morn and touch feet to tarmacs of grace

The heart, oft sweetly-softly torn twixt shiny, new and fond embrace

But no one can afford to waste Gift of Today in vain lament

While untried hordes of touch-and-taste soon slip away to Season spent

Once more a smorgasbord of choice is set before our hungry eyes

Our bellies roar and soon give voice to more than we may first surmise

Each soul approaches Mercy’s feast, with gratitude or thoughtless greed

For Want exposes man or beast in replies strewed, oft without heed

Once more we face what waits to be where He who grants life never fails

He sustains grace; His Constancy not by wild chance where love prevails

No matter what today may bring, fear not what lurks 'neath its façade

For we are not fortune’s play-thing; we are the workmanship of God

Once more we hold in hands and heart, Time's gift we too oft barely scan

Holy the gold, moments impart; holy the woo of God to man

Once more, Lord, we are spoiled for choice as at Mercy's buffet we gaze

Then thankfully lift our voice in melodies of humble/heartfelt praise  

Janet Martin

Spending time with extended family on both sides reminded me again

what a beautiful thing family is, and how dearly I love them all!

A glimpse of how God loves us infinitely more than we can

possibly imagine and showers us with gifts!

Sisters...💕💖💗