Good morning

A long walk in the woods was a good part of yesterday afternoon. Spring is such a beautiful time. Later, neighbors came for a simple supper and an evening visit. Sad to say, the temperature dropped lower than predicted for this morning; I hope we haven't lost the few flowers we've put out already.

Grace was the middle name of two teenage girls who died five years ago in a plane crash here in Charlotte. One of them was from the Bahamas, here on a business trip with her father, who also died. The other was a college student; they never knew each other. The mother of the first and parents of the second met here at a memorial service. A headline in yesterday's paper announced "Grace out of Tragedy." It's a long story of God's comfort in a time of grief, and bringing blessing out of disaster. The Bahamian mother (who had one remaining daughter) has now developed a large home in the Blue Ridge Mountains near here, which she makes available--at no charge--to over-burdened pastors and missionaries who are at risk of burnout. Isn't it beautiful?

We're feeling well, thankful for a restful weekend, eager for a fruitful week.

Chuck's cheek appears to be healing, and today he'll get the first stitches removed.

The kidney-transplant friend who was in hospital with dangerous lack of immunity was in Sunday school yesterday. That was a celebration!

Blessings,
Carol