Duff was subbing for seminary this morning. The early class at 5:25 am.
I got Chris up, but she was having trouble this morning. Too tired and too many emotions going on.
She missed the carpool, so I drove her over.
It was really foggy outside, but as soon as I got to the top of our street it was out of the fog. If she wasn't already tardy, I would have pulled over and taken a picture then. It was much prettier and the fog was thickly hanging over the golf course and the homes. I took these about 15 minutes later on my way home.
Our house is down in the fog bank still.
It was so beautiful. I had a moment of gratitude to God for the gift of this earth. That brief, silent, in-my-head-only, thought led me to remembering that He notices even when a sparrow falls. I know heaven is waiting for Darla and He is mindful of our sadness. It made me feel at peace and comforted.
