With 4 lawyers and a teacher, it was so difficult to arrange a gathering. Finally, after many emails and messages, we finally settled for a delightful and hearty breakfast last saturday at "Choupinette," a pretty little french bakery/cafe near coronation. I had their famous eggs benedict and it was unbelievable. Eunice, Jenn and i gave a collective sigh of satisfaction when we bit into the layers of bacon, bread and eggs. it was so amusing. we are definitely going back there again. Since that day, i've cut down my daily diet of eggs so i can save some room for many more treats here. :)

Hope rests firm in Him

My hope rests firm on Jesus Christ,
He is my only plea.
Though all the world should point and scorn,
His ransom leaves me free;
His ransom leaves me free.

My hope sustains me as I strive
And strain towards the goal;

Though still I stumble into sin,

His death paid for it all;

His death paid for it all.

My hope provides me with a spur

To help me run this race:

I know my tears will turn to joy

The day I see his face;

The day I see his face.

My hope is to be with my Lord,

To know as I am known;

To serve Him gladly all my days

In praise before His throne;

In praise before His throne.

Words and Music by Keith Getty and Richard Creighton

Copyright © 2001 Kingsway's Thankyou Music/MCPS

His gentle hands

Wayside Flowers

Pluck not the wayside flower,
It is the traveller's dower;
A thousand passers-by

Its beauties may espy,

May win a touch of blessing

From Nature's mild caressing.

The sad of heart perceives

A violet under leaves

Like sonic fresh-budding hope;

The primrose on the slope

A spot of sunshine dwells,

And cheerful message tells

Of kind renewing power;

The nodding bluebell's dye

Is drawn from happy sky.

Then spare the wayside flower!

It is the traveller's dower

-- William Allingham

Feeling: poetic. The combination of planning poetry lessons, surfing blogs on wedding floral ideas has put me in the mood for flowers and poetry. As much as i love receiving gorgeous arrangement of blooms in pretty paper and ribbons, nothing delights me more than the simplicity and sweetness found in the wayside flowers... the lovely reminder of God's gentle hands.

Remembering: sitting on the steps in a quiet corner. soft spanish rays hitting our faces. resting my head on your shoulder. the patch of grass next to us. those adorably tiny white petals peeking through.