While most birds are flying south for the winter, I feel a pull to head north for the fall -- or at least for a couple of days. I always feel drawn to Tennessee this time of year, so I am thankful for an opportunity to visit Middle Tennessee this weekend. I will be speaking at a ladies day Saturday morning at the White Bluff, Tenn., Church of Christ. We will be exploring the topic "It's Good to Be Home," so I hope we will all leave with ideas and inspiration for tending our nests. Please join us if you live nearby!
This sweet little birdie has been gracing my front door for the past few weeks -- the wreath a thoughtful gift from a family friend when we lost my mother a month ago.
"Where we love is home,
Home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts."
-- Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.
8 comments:
Darling birdie and wreath, Melissa. Why don't you post all about the "Good to be Home" talk? Many readers (myself included) might like to hear what you have to say about that. Susan
Sweet Melissa,
You don't know me but I have been faithfully following your blog for almost a year now. I am currently traveling in China and have had no access to any blogger sites until now. I had my daughter who is a student here put me on her computer with special access to check just one blog! I wanted to let you know that you have been in my thoughts and prayers constantly. I am delighted that you will be doing your speaking this weekend. I , too, would love to hear your comments. Please know that I will continue to pray for God's comfort and grace for you as you go through this season of change in your life. Pat
Love the quote and the little birdie!
sandy toe
So sorry to hear of the passing of your Mother. May God give comfort and peace to your family every day.
I feel that pull too, to enjoy each moment. I hope your weekend went well!
The wreath is sweet...precious birdie...How much more God loves each of us!
Blessings to you,
Heidi
I was on a blog break while I visited my daughter and her family in New England so I just read about your mother.
When my mother passed on, she was 85 years old and had been bedridden for awhile so it was a relief to her children for her not to suffer, anymore.
However, the greatest gift to me was being there when she left this body and entered her real Home. So glad you could be there at that time. It will always be a special memory in spite of the pain of her not being there.
Since I am a fan of birds, this was very lovely. Thank you for sharing. Blessings.
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