Sunset and Comfort

Frances and I enjoyed tonight's sunset in the relatively balmy December air. That is, I enjoyed the sunset while Frances basked in the warmth and security of a lap after last night's stray tomcat trauma. 

Hope through me...

Hope through me, God of Hope,

Or never can I know 

Deep wells and living streams of hope,

And pools of overflow.

Flood me with hope today

For souls perverse, undone,

For sinful souls that turn away, 

Blind sunflowers from their sun.

O blessed Hope of God,
Flow through me patiently,
Until I hope for everyone
As Thou hast hoped for me.
- Amy Carmichael -

Photos from the backyard of our recent doctoring trip airbnb rental.