His Mercy Endures Forever

One of the things I love is my rose garden, so I was planning to spend some time there yesterday. However, 16 hours of atrial fibrillation put that idea on hold when I was told by the doctor to take it easy for a couple of days. Since it was 90 degrees outside, I stayed in and rehung some pictures in the living room instead, a job without physical strain that I find very restful and relaxing. One of the paintings by my daughter-in-law –gorgeous pink peony roses in a magnificent frame — was so real I could “smell the roses!” My plans hadn’t worked out, but God provided a blessing anyway.