I found myself at a second funeral within a week this morning. This one, though not family, it felt like it because of close ties through the years. The clouds were gathering as we left for the graveyard and the wind picked up. Pretty soon the thunder started to rumble and by the time the service was done, it was a monsoon. Picture all these mourners being escorted in the pouring rain to the limo by men with umbrellas. It happens though. The weather does not respect death. In an odd sort of way it was the perfect send off for a fireball of a lady.
I visited with my cousin prior to paying my respects concerning a cause that is near and dear to our hearts. More later on that. We are definitely on a mission with a purpose.
I had a supper of fresh sweet corn last night and I'm still picking silk out of my teeth. Man was it worth it though! There is nothing better than farm to table food. Thank you lord for the farmers who make it happen.
Grace and peace ~
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