The weather continues to be glorious and we finally feel we are on holiday. Nij had to work this morning and so I did a bit of scrapping and managed on only ibuprofen again - yey!
When he came home we made some inroads intot hat huge basket of fruit and the resulting fruit salad was delicious.
Then we popped out for a walk along the Quay and through Poole, which of course takes us past a Starbucks!
I love our home town and walking through the park, along baiter, along the Quay and then back through the High Street remains one of our favourite walks in our local area.
My photo of the day today is of our Jeep - Nigel's hire car. It is kind of cute and reminds us a little of the 4 wheel drive vehicle we had when we did the Death Valley tour. Nij also says it is training us for when we go away this year and are due to have a Ford Escape or similar.
and although not the photo of the day a photo of two people who are not in pain or filled with worry - now there is a reason to celebrate and look happy.
I have a new page to share today which uses another of Dawn's fab tempates - you so have to try them out as they are awesome.
This one is a photo of Nij on the coastal walk at Lulworth and uses Dawns Natural History Museum, Primeval and Peace as well as her templates.
Today I am thankful that
- the pain is still scaled down so many notches
- I found the shoes I was searching for
- We bagged a bargain
- It now feels like a holiday
Remember - this weekend is a fab blog hop by all of us at It's A Creative World and a chance here on my blog to win a Pickleberrypop Prize.
and my one minute devotional page today is
When I was a child, I liked to watch my carpenter grandfather work with his tools. His hammer moved with sure, even taps that drove in nails straight and true.
Grandpa let me try my hand at carpentry, giving me a hammer, nails, and scraps of lumber. But my nails never slipped easily into the wood the way Grandpa’s seemed to do. My nails hesitated, bending under the misplaced blows of my inexpert hammering. Frustrated, I would wrench the bent nails out and try again. It was years before I could drive a nail straight.
Not long ago, my husband, Bob, and I had an argument that was mostly my fault. I knew I needed to apologize, but it took me several hours of deliberating before I could utter the simple words, “I’m sorry.”
“Thanks,” Bob said. “I know that was hard for you.”
It was hard. Hard like learning a new skill. Like learning to hammer, I realized. But maybe with a little practice, apologies would become easier, too. It was worth a try.
So I’ve been practicing, driving words of reconciliation carefully into arguments and disagreements. Now the words “I’m sorry” come more easily, slip more neatly into place, mending what my anger or careless words have broken.
God help me practice the skills of love in the lives of those around me.
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