THE MOUNTAINS ARE HIGHER AND THE RIVERS WIDER
Lucy has a worried look. Hello there dear friends! The sun is shining! It's stopped raining! The wind is whipping through our trees but the leaves that are left are holding on. It's a cold wind. I have just heard the first song of the White- throated sparrow- "oh sam peabody peabody, peabody." It has come back for the winter. Juncos should be showing up any day now. Anyway, I hope this post finds you well and coping in our weary world. Troubles somehow seem larger these days and even little things can be overwhelming, making "mountains out of mole hills" as the old saying goes. The lyrics to a song..."the mountains are taller, the rivers wider, but I know who holds my hand" rings in my ears after hearing it in church yesterday. Well, history is about to be made isn't it?? I'll admit that while I've watch very little news coverage these past 4 months and I've tried to distance myself from discussing politics, I am very anxious