Reading a secular novel this weekend (between packing), there was the line uttered to the main character as she tied her brothers bow tie. “Blessed be the tie that binds” which made me hum that tune in my head the rest of the day and look it up in my old Methodist hymnal. These words are right up there with “Till we mee-ee-eet…” (Heavy sigh…too much packing makes one melancholy)
Blest be the tie that binds/our hearts in Christian love;
the fellowship of kindred minds is like to that above.
Before our Father’s throne/we pour our ardent prayers;
our fears, our hopes, our aims are one, our comforts and our cares.
When we asunder part, it gives us inward pain;
but we shall still be joined in heart, and hope to meet again.
I love you crazy Michigan people! Who would have guessed God had such human blessings for us back in January 1994 when we moved here from Florida? Remember the -50 below winter? Yeah, that one!
Let’s leave this post on a “sunnier” thought: got a text from usually fair skinned Hubby this morning that said, “I look like a lobster with a sunburn whose big brother lobsters gave a redbelly to.” and then after a sunscreen reprimand, “I put on SPF 40–guess I needed SPF 140!” Say a little prayer for quick peeling!