Remembering....

This time last year I received a sad phone call from my friend informing me that their beloved daughter had passed away during the night leaving behind a young son and a devastated family.


Everywhere across the land you see God's face and touch his hand.


Each time you look up in the sky,
Or watch the fluffy clouds drift by,
Or feel the sunshine warm and bright,
Or watch the dark night turn to light,
Or hear a bluebird gayly sing,
Or see the winter turn to spring,
Or stop to pick a daffodil,
Or gather violets on some hill...
Or touch a leaf or see a tree,
It's all God whispering "This Is Me...
And I am Faith and I am Light
And in Me there shall be no night."

by Helen Steiner Rice