Redbud

A Redbud in bloom
Bee kissing the sweet center
O' how delicate

Fathers Hand's

Through your hand's you've built and borne.
In many tasks they've been ripped and torn.
Without reward or recognition due.
Selfishness was never part of you.
Gentle yet firm and always strong.
You have carried the load for so long.
Your hand's a map of life lived right.
Someday I'll follow you into the light.
Thank you Dad for all you've done.
I'm grateful to be called your son.

Simply

"Wait for, hope for, and expect the Lord.
Be brave and of good courage and let your heart be stout and enduring.
Yes, wait for, hope for, and expect the Lord."

A loving family member shared with me these words of encouragement. Everytime I read it my eyes tear up.