And I will still be carrying you when you are old. Your hair will turn gray, and I will still carry you. I made you, and I will carry you to safety.

Isaiah 46:4


All’s well.

What hurt at one time is forgiven,

pain forgotten.

peace and kindness restored.


Confusion accepted by loved ones

as part of life,

part of what’s normal.


Love always there, despite all,

friends’ love for me and mine for them.

Even more so than before?


And I putter at what I can still do,

making beauty as I’m able,

filling my heart and the hearts of others.


Life had its ups and downs,

but overall it has been rich.


Thanks be to God!

He’s made me rich.