I’m sure you’ve heard the phrase “raining cats and dogs,” haven’t you?
On a recent evening when shooting a sunset, this large flock (also called a kit or loft) of pigeons began circling the area, looking for a place to spend the night, I suppose. I’m just glad they didn’t find our house!
RIVER OF STONES, Jan. 23
Saturday, the rain came, and stayed. Though it rendered the day dark and dreary, a visit to the fabric store added a bolt of color that brightened my day.
The star fell from the sky in a blaze of glory.
The wind rushes past the window to greet the day. I pull the soft flannel tightly under my chin and snuggle into the warmth.
Crisp, cold Monday. Wood smoke and contented bird twittering fill the air. A thick sheet of ice floats in the birdbath. Returning indoors for warmth, the smell of smoke lingers. 
Pudgy squirrel struggled to enter the pigeon guard, where young, thinner ones glide through.
Saturday, long “to-do” list left behind.
Library coffee shop, and a good friend.
Something “to do” more often.
The prompt for this week’s Six Word Friday is Lost and Found. These words are found in one of my all-time favorite hymns.
By John Newton–lyrics found here:
http://www.constitution.org/col/amazing_grace.htm
This is my six-word adaptation:
Words from the song, “Amazing Grace.”
Jesus saved a wretch like me.
I was lost; now I’m found,
Was blind, but now I see.
Grace brought me safe thus far,
And Grace will lead me home.
For today’s small stone, the thing I am mindfully pondering is Grace. Not a tangible thing to be seen with the eye, but its evidence on a countenance may be discerned. It may go unnoticed altogether, overlooked. But when experienced, praise surely will burst forth.
